Appetite: accordi di
Usher
Usher

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Verse 1
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Usher Usher
Gb
Yeah man, true story
Real G's with me on this
one
Verse 2
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bbm
Wifey home, wedding band I'm
a lucky man (man)
You'd think I'd be satisfied and
truthfully yes I am (am)
Gb
But lately, only late at night
I find it hard to sleep
Stay struggling with the part of me
that wants to run the streets
Bbm
My Mac is in my backpack, I'm surfing
on the sites
I'm chatting, this ain't cheating,
just telling myself a lie (oh)
Gb
And it's almost like I'm caught
up and living another life
Man, I'm hungry for something,
I need to feed this appetite
Verse 3
Bbm
Tempted I must confess,
but I better not make a mess
Better give my girl my best,
put my B.S under arrest
Gb
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
Bbm
Coulda picked up the phone,
could of ended up doing wrong
Man, I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
Gb
'cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
Ab
appetite for the ladies
Verse 4
Bbm
I'm not tryna be late,
rush through security gates
With weather in Atlanta,
all out goin' flights delayed (oh)
Gb
No rooms left in the Mandarin,
I gotta figure out a play (play)
Sparked up some conversation,
she was going the same way (way)
Bbm
We started talking business,
she handed me a card (card)
We exchanged information,
I rented me a car (car)
Gb
While I'm driving, she calling,
I'm thinking this is how it starts
Fine as hell but I don't wanna
Bbm
break my baby's heart, no no
Gb
Temp
Verse 5
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ted I must confess,
but I better not make a mess (ayy)
Better give my girl my best,
put my BS under arrest (hey, 'cause)
Gb
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
Ab
Bbm
Coulda picked up the phone (hey), could
of ended up doing wrong (oh, oh- I)
Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
Gb
'cause I love my lady (I love)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
Ab
They call me U- S-
Verse 6
Bbm
H- E- R
R- A- Y- M- O- N- D
And I just wanna do right by my lady
Gb
But lately I been slippin' up,
fantasies 'bout dimes on the side
Dark tint on my ride,
I gotta 10 in ride, I can hide
I can't lie (lie), but ever since I
Bbm
put that band on my hand
More chicks tryna get at me
Then I know what to do
Just tryna handle my grown man B.I
Got a girl, I don't wanna lose,
Gb
I don't wanna lose
Break her heart, I don't wanna do,
I don't wanna be that fool
Make that move
Bend 'em a bit,
but never break the rules
Bend a bit but never break
Verse 7
the rules (ooh- ooh)
Bbm
Tempted I must confess ('fess), but I better
not make a mess (make a mess)
Better give my girl my best,
put my B.S under arrest
Gb
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
Ab
appetite for the ladies (hey, hey)
Bbm
Coulda picked up the phone,
could of ended up doing wrong (oh, oh- oh)
Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
Gb
'cause I love my lady (my lady, yeah yeah)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
Ab
Ebm
Gb
Bbm
appetite for the (ooh) She got the door locked, and the lock don't fit, your key
Ab
Yeah, you punchin' up her
Gb
numbers in the ADT
Ebm
You'll be wonderin' how the
Bbm
hell I let this happen to me
Ab
Gb
Better not feed, feed, feed, that appetite
Ebm
Now your baby's gone,
Gb
Bbm
you putting out an APB
Ab
Yeah, some other brother,
Gb
been tossin' up your PYT
Ebm
Get caught slippin' you gone wish
Bbm
you would of listened to me
Ab
Brother don't feed, feed,
Gb
feed, that appetite
Ebm
Verse 8
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Usher, Usher,
Ab
Gb
Ebm
Gb
Usher
Bbm
Outro 1
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Ab
Gb
Ebm
Gb

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