No Suburban: accordi di
Sheff G
Sheff G

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Tonalità: G minor
Verse 1
Am
F
E
Ayy, ayy
Am
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
F
E
Load it, then bang,
Am
bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Verse 2
F
Gang, gang Gang, gang,
E
gang,
Am
Dm
F
gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
E
Look, huh Niggas like,
Verse 3
"Sheff, you be
F
movin' too hot
Dm
F
You got nothin' to prove,
you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' the
.30s inside of the Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
E
Niggas be talking real hot
F
for the 'net
But they see me in person,
they all on my dick
Am
F
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
E
Look, push
Verse 4
Am
me to the limit
F
E
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Am
Push me to the limit
F
And let's see who really, really with it
Am
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
F
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Them niggas is lyin')
Don't see no
Am
Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Don't see no
F
Am
Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
Verse 5
Am
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
F
You get shot down if you play his songs
E
Am
I keep a Glock 'round,
I would let it off
F
Am
This a diss track, this is not a song
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
F
I'ma King Corso you poodles
E
Am
I been in the field like manure
F
Can't talk on my
name, 'cause I'll prove it
Dm
I'm feelin' like,
feelin' like who really want it?
You niggas my sons,
F
I ain't feel like abortin' again
Dm
Niggas can't mention no money
I double the offer and you know
Am
it's off with his head
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
F
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Am
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
F
Am
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Verse 6
Am
Niggas like,
F
"Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove,
you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' with
.30s inside of the Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
E
Niggas be talking real hot
F
for the 'net
But they see me in person,
they all on my dick
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
E
Look, push
Verse 7
Am
me to the limit
F
E
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Am
Push me to the limit
F
And let's see who really,
Am
really with it
Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?
F
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Them niggas is lyin')
Am
Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?
F
Don't see no Suburbans, who
Am
spinnin'? Look, look
Verse 8
Am
F
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Dm
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
F
Reason why my dick in they mouth
E
Am
No this ain't dance music,
F
nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
Am
No, this ain't chill music,
Dm
F
nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
Am
Huh, this for the streets,
so fuck your say
F
Don't care if this don't
get no radio play
E
Am
Huh, bang on any who play
F
Am
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
F
Shots spin him, that's bachata
Am
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
The king, no,
F
Am
I'm da masa, nigga
Verse 9
F
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Am
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Sub
urbans, who spinnin'?)
That's shoota gang,
F
Am
shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
(Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?)
F
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Am
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?)
F
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans,
Am
who spinnin'?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Verse 10
Am
F
Shoota gang-gang-gang
E
Am
Bang, bang, bang, load it the bang,
E
F
E
F
bang, bang
E
Am
Gang, gang
F
I need to hear that again
E
F
E
Am

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