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Lil’ Wil
Lil’ Wil

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Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
Gm
Gm
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah uh
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,
Riding on my dick, I'm tired of this shit,
Bb
Bb
But I keep pushing,
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Grinding with my click, I'm focused,
Yeah mama I made it, I'm focused,
D
D
Yeah mama they hatin',
Gm
Gm
Riding on my dick, I'm tired of this shit,
But I keep coasting,
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Ridin' with my clique, I'm fo cused
Yeah, mama, I made it I'm focused
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Yeah, mama, they hatin'
Money's my motivation
Tryin' to sew up the nation
Bb
Bb
Nothin' good comin' to a
motherfucker who lazy
Eb
Eb
Better get up and chase it
Sittin' on your ass hatin'
That ain't gon' get you shit
D
D
But a bad situation
Gm
Gm
Young nigga pistol crazy
Born in the mid -80s
Was a misfit,
Bb
Bb
baby Pop was incarcerated
Eb
Eb
Streets made me turn out nothin'
How my momma raised me,
ridin' with an old Mac
-90 Barrel tape neat,
Gm
Gm
38 under the seat next to an O .E.
Smokin' a whole tree,
feelin' like an O .G.
Eb
Eb
Ain't even 21,
but the whole hood know me
You'll have to show me
Gm
Gm
with a whole beat
I'm a beast, really badass,
so you really gangster
Built up your anger,
went and bought you a banger
Eb
Eb
You let the hood change ya,
you know that ain't ya
Fuck with a real goon and
Gm
Gm
end up stankin'
Friday on my dick, I'm tired of this shit
Bb
Bb
But I keep pushin',
grindin' with my click
Eb
Eb
I'm fo cused, yeah mama I made it
D
D
I'm focused, yeah mama they hatin'
Gm
Gm
Friday on my dick, I'm tired of this shit
Bb
Bb
But I keep coastin', ridin' with my click
Eb
Eb
I'm focused, yeah mama I made it
Gm
Gm
I'm focused, yeah mama they hatin'
My sudden playalistic dialect,
got certain side effects
Rated next, one of the best
Bb
Bb
to the opposite sex
Eb
Eb
But now I roll with text,
AKs and handguns
Fendin' like pythons,
D
D
droppin' bombs like Vietnams
Gm
Gm
Niggas don't want none,
pass me the timing gun
Bb
Bb
So I can time it up this time
and in his tummy, son
Eb
Eb
Nigga come and get some,
you're fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah I'm young, but bitch,
Gm
Gm
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
Eb
Eb
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,
Gm
Gm
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'
Eb
Eb
If you fear that you're bussin',
Gm
Gm
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
Bb
Bb
But I keep pushin',
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
grindin' with my clique,
Eb
Eb
I'm focused
Yeah, mama, I made it, I'm focused
D
D
Yeah, mama, they hatin'
Gm
Gm
Why they on my dick?
I'm tired of this shit
But I keep coastin',
Bb
Bb
ridin' with my clique
Eb
Eb
I'm fo cused
Yeah, mama, I made it, I'm focused
D
D
Yeah, mama, they hatin'
Gm
Gm

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