Hercules: accordi di
Young Thug
Young Thug

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Tonalità: F major
Verse 1
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
C#dim
C#dim
Thugger
Em
Em
C#dim
C#dim
Em
Em
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C#dim
The Thugger, baby
Em
Em
F#
F#
Young Metro, Young Metro,
Em
Em
Young Metro
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
F#
F#
Metro!
Em
Em
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
G
G
And what?
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Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Verse 2
C#dim
C#dim
Sick
F#m
F#m
G
G
Shoot him in his back like
D
D
Ricky but not Slick
G
G
C#dim
C#dim
Spent like 7 bands on a tri-
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
colored pit
D
D
Em
Em
D
D
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
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G
Blow the purple, nigga,
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
high like fuckin' martians, woah
In a foreign,
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D
yesterday I was just walkin', woah
C#dim
C#dim
Left my baby mama,
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D
C#dim
C#dim
now my bitch a Barbie, woah
D
D
G
G
Em
Em
All red Dickies suit,
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah
G
G
D
D
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#dim
C#dim
A
A
D
D
Hercu- Hercules
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
Hercu- Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Em
Em
D
D
G
G
C#dim
C#dim
Verse 3
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
Em
Em
I smoke gas, that's that Hercules,
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C#dim
D
D
strong marijuana
She looked at him,
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oh now she watchin' me
D
D
Bitch likes my persona
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C#dim
Bitch I'm speedin' to
Em
Em
that guapanese
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D
G
G
Old Chevy mounted up,
Em
Em
G
G
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C#dim
I can 't forget the T
F#
F#
Drop the top,
Em
Em
shoot birds at the of ficers
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D
Fuck them boys, they costin' us,
A
A
C#dim
C#dim
they stalkin' us
F#
F#
F#m
F#m
They know they old lady not runnin',
Em
Em
they'll fall for us
G
G
We so tired of takin' loses,
C#dim
C#dim
ain't no more chalkin' up
I swear, I promise
F#
F#
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
YSL on ape and they donkeys
G
G
A
A
D
D
These niggas pointless,
Em
Em
G
G
they want me wanted
C#dim
C#dim
G
G
C#dim
C#dim
I'm still a stone r,
MAC and cheese on me
Em
Em
D
D
Em
Em
These niggas clone me, I'm full,
C#dim
C#dim
Em
Em
but I'm still hungry
G
G
C#dim
C#dim
Hey when the click clock,
I'll make your bitch stop
D
D
Ice Inside my tick tock,
Em
Em
boss cookies, no brisco
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
I just bought a Cuban link,
flooded with big rocks
Em
Em
D
D
G
G
Bitches trying to juug at me? Well, I
C#dim
C#dim
Em
Em
C#dim
C#dim
gotta get some, woah shit
Em
Em
Sick Shoot him
Verse 4
C#dim
C#dim
in his back like
D
D
Ricky but not Slick
Em
Em
C#dim
C#dim
Spent like 7 bands on a
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
tri- colored pit
A
A
D
D
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
G
G
C#dim
C#dim
Blow the purple, nigga,
high like fuckin' martians, woah
D
D
In a foreign,
Em
Em
D
D
yesterday I was just walkin', woah
G
G
D
D
Left my baby mama,
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
now my bitch a Barbie, woah
G
G
Em
Em
All red Dickies suit,
D
D
E
E
Em
Em
I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G
G
Em
Em
D
D
Hercu- Hercules
C#dim
C#dim
Hercu- Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Em
Em
D
D
Verse 5
F#m
F#m
F#
F#
Okay first of all,
Em
Em
I was doin' this shit 'fore I was rich
D
D
I don't care at all,
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A
C#dim
C#dim
I'll go do a dolphin for my clique
F#
F#
Fuck your conference call,
Em
Em
pull up with a cheque and get my sig
G
G
D
D
Double D, you dig? No firework,
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A
C#dim
C#dim
it was lit
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D
C#dim
C#dim
If there's a fuck nigga
Em
Em
was hatin' on me
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G
C#dim
C#dim
They took ya life and I know
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D
Em
Em
some fuck niggas waitin' on it
I grab that TEC,
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A
C#dim
C#dim
I grab that 40 and the F&N
Em
Em
D
D
Then we pulled up ready to squabble,
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G
Em
Em
yeah we waited on 'em
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C#dim
F#
F#
Anaconda, we on that slime stuff,
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C#dim
Em
Em
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C#dim
here to remind ya
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D
Fucked your old lady,
Em
Em
C#dim
C#dim
she want the finest
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D
YSL, we shinin',
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F#
C#dim
C#dim
Em
Em
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C#dim
let her stand behind us
Em
Em
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D
Yeah my crew we rock, rock,
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G
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C#dim
baby you can climb us
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F#
I call my migo, migo come and
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C#dim
let me juug through the city
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D
He stuffed it with burritos and he
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C#dim
let 'em fly right to me
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D
C#dim
C#dim
Bitches call me Casino but I let
'em ride 'round the city
Em
Em
D
D
Em
Em
She want bingo, kilo, no sweat,
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G
now she can ride in the Bentley
C#dim
C#dim
Sick
Verse 6
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
G
G
Shoot him in his back like
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
Ricky but not Slick
G
G
Spent like 7 bands on
C#dim
C#dim
Em
Em
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
a tri- colored pit
D
D
All my signs red like a stop,
C#dim
C#dim
Em
Em
D
D
nigga no pit
G
G
Blow the purple, nigga,
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
high like fuckin' mar tians, woah
In a foreign,
D
D
yesterday I was just walkin', woah
C#dim
C#dim
Left my baby mama,
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
now my bitch a Barbie, woah
D
D
Em
Em
All red Dickies suit,
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah
G
G
D
D
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
Hercu- Hercules
C#dim
C#dim
Hercu- Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Outro 1
Hercu- Hercules
C#dim
C#dim
C#m
C#m
D
D
G
G
C#dim
C#dim
A
A
D
D
F#
F#
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
F#
F#
G
G
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
D
D
E
E
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G
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
C#dim
C#dim
G
G
C#dim
C#dim
D
D
G
G
C#dim
C#dim

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