Squabbles: accordi di
Mark Tranmer
Mark Tranmer

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Tonalità: F major
Verse 1
G
G
God knows, I am
Reincarnated, I'm a stargazer
C
C
G
G
Life goes on, I need all my babies
Woke up, lookin' for the Bacli, high key
Keep a horn on me,
that could my C .I .P.
Ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Getoff, I get off at my feet
Gm
Gm
G
G
When I hear music, it makes me dance
Gm
Gm
G
G
You got the music now in your hands
A yeet n***a couldn't
try me in a tri -state
Muddy past, bet I get him splashed
till he hydrated
Bounce out, know he spook town,
eyes dilated
I got the money and the power, both gyrated
Gm
Gm
I feel good, get the fuck out my thighs
G
G
Gm
Gm
Look good, but she don't got no ties
G
G
Gm
Gm
G
G
I walk in, walk out with a sigh
Gm
Gm
Man, don't let me know what to pack
G
G
What the fuck, I got hits, I got bucks
I got new paper cuts, I got friends
Gm
Gm
I got foes, but they all sittin' ducks
Hit his turf and get crackin',
G
G
double back like a deluxe
50 deep, but it ain't deep enough
Fuck a plate,
they ain't go beat him up
Fallin' from a money tree,
and it grow throughout the month
Spit a loogie at the camera,
speed it off, yeah, it's us
Gm
Gm
I feel good, get the fuck out my thighs
G
G
Look good, but she don't got no ties
Gm
Gm
I walk in, walk out with the size
G
G
Man, don't let me know
what the past
Squabble up, squabble up,
squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up,
Gm
Gm
squabble up
G
G
Gm
Gm
Squabble up, squabble up
G
G
Gm
Gm
G
G
Gm
Gm
G
G
Gm
Gm
G
G
Hold up, where you from, bye bitch, I'm finna go dumb,
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
sideways, bump stump, fever, I'm on one
G
G
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk,
thunk, baby rockin' it,
Quid pro quo, what you want,
cause I'm watchin' it
Broke on the floor,
Gm
Gm
let me know if you clockin' it,
G
G
Brody won't go,
Gm
Gm
but I know that he poppin' it
It was worth tickles on sale till I silenced it
Pipe down young,
G
G
Gm
Gm
these some ho with the politics
Bitch with em and some bitch in em,
that's a lot of bitch
Don't hit em,
G
G
you got kids with em, I apologize
Gm
Gm
Ghetto child, it was Blackie Miles
with the smearin' off
G
G
Yeehaw, we outside,
boy they bout to kill em off
Gm
Gm
Blaps on blaps, it's a fact,
there's a breaker off
G
G
Gm
Gm
Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap,
if it's fictional
Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed,
if you criminal
G
G
Ayy dot, can I get a drop?
I'm like nigga naw
Gm
Gm
Ayy boom boom,
Bb
Bb
from the west side to Senegal
Gm
Gm
It's a full moon,
let the wolves out,
I've been a dog
Gm
Gm
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
G
G
Look good, but she don't got no tits
Gm
Gm
G
G
I walk in, walk out with her size
Man, don't let me know
what to pack
Scrabble up, scrabble up
Gm
Gm
G
G
Scrabble up, scrabble up
G
G
Scrabble up, scrabble up
Scrabble up, scrabble

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