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Lil’ Wil
Lil’ Wil

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Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
Fm
Fm
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah uh
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,
Riding on my dick, I'm tired of this shit,
Ab
Ab
But I keep pushing,
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Db
Db
Grinding with my click, I'm focused,
Yeah mama I made it, I'm focused,
C
C
Yeah mama they hatin',
Fm
Fm
Riding on my dick, I'm tired of this shit,
But I keep coasting,
Ab
Ab
Db
Db
Ridin' with my clique, I'm fo cused
Yeah, mama, I made it I'm focused
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
Yeah, mama, they hatin'
Money's my motivation
Tryin' to sew up the nation
Ab
Ab
Nothin' good comin' to a
motherfucker who lazy
Db
Db
Better get up and chase it
Sittin' on your ass hatin'
That ain't gon' get you shit
C
C
But a bad situation
Fm
Fm
Young nigga pistol crazy
Born in the mid -80s
Was a misfit,
Ab
Ab
baby Pop was incarcerated
Db
Db
Streets made me turn out nothin'
How my momma raised me,
ridin' with an old Mac
-90 Barrel tape neat,
Fm
Fm
38 under the seat next to an O .E.
Smokin' a whole tree,
feelin' like an O .G.
Db
Db
Ain't even 21,
but the whole hood know me
You'll have to show me
Fm
Fm
with a whole beat
I'm a beast, really badass,
so you really gangster
Built up your anger,
went and bought you a banger
Db
Db
You let the hood change ya,
you know that ain't ya
Fuck with a real goon and
Fm
Fm
end up stankin'
Friday on my dick, I'm tired of this shit
Ab
Ab
But I keep pushin',
grindin' with my click
Db
Db
I'm fo cused, yeah mama I made it
C
C
I'm focused, yeah mama they hatin'
Fm
Fm
Friday on my dick, I'm tired of this shit
Ab
Ab
But I keep coastin', ridin' with my click
Db
Db
I'm focused, yeah mama I made it
Fm
Fm
I'm focused, yeah mama they hatin'
My sudden playalistic dialect,
got certain side effects
Rated next, one of the best
Ab
Ab
to the opposite sex
Db
Db
But now I roll with text,
AKs and handguns
Fendin' like pythons,
C
C
droppin' bombs like Vietnams
Fm
Fm
Niggas don't want none,
pass me the timing gun
Ab
Ab
So I can time it up this time
and in his tummy, son
Db
Db
Nigga come and get some,
you're fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah I'm young, but bitch,
Fm
Fm
I got a grown gun
And you can meet him if you want,
I'll chill easy on the corner
With an ounce of marijuana
Db
Db
and two gats cause I'm a loner
As I sip on this corona,
feeling like I'm in a coma
I've got beef, then watch your tone,
Fm
Fm
I'm naggin' stiffer than a boner
Why you flippin' and buggin'?
I'm just clickin' and huggin'
You mentally strugglin', bitch,
I ain't screamin' school week for nothin'
Db
Db
If you fear that you're bussin',
Fm
Fm
I'll bust me then I'm the dick,
y 'all pussies shouldn't
be fuckin' with
Body on my dick, I'm tired of this shit
Ab
Ab
But I keep pushin',
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
grindin' with my clique,
Db
Db
I'm focused
Yeah, mama, I made it, I'm focused
C
C
Yeah, mama, they hatin'
Fm
Fm
Why they on my dick?
I'm tired of this shit
But I keep coastin',
Ab
Ab
ridin' with my clique
Db
Db
I'm fo cused
Yeah, mama, I made it, I'm focused
C
C
Yeah, mama, they hatin'
Fm
Fm

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