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Martello
Martello

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Tonalità: F minor
Verse 1
Gm
Gm
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F
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Eb
I'm sorry, but the person you called has a
Gm
Gm
voicemail box that has not been set up yet.
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F
Eb
Eb
Goodbye.
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F
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
Yeah, I was fucked up
Saw you wasn't there,
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F
so it's fuck y 'all
Eb
Eb
500 cash, all blues, got it tucked up
Got me fucked up
Nigga, what's up?
Nigga, what's up?
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F
Gm
Gm
Baby girl, hold tight
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F
Ice on my body, it's a cold night
Eb
Eb
I done told my folks we'd be alright
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F
Fuck her, then I put her in a song, right
Gm
Gm
In six months,
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F
seen a whole lotta change on me
My old girl, I didn't fuckin'
know my main homie
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Eb
I was lost,
but the guys had a plan for me
Fucked up, I ain't even have
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F
Gm
Gm
a grand on me
Runnin' round in sprinters,
it feel like I joined a circus
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F
Way too many people in
my circle make me nervous
Eb
Eb
Give it all to the wrong one, it was worthless
It was never me goin' broke,
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F
buyin' purses
Gm
Gm
Hellcats,
SRTs, and a space coupe
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F
I had to stay down and just break through
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Eb
Get back, it's no love, cause I hate you
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F
Get back, it's no love, cause I shake you
Gm
Gm
F
F
Gm
Gm
Why you run away? I told you, hold tight
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F
Down, down, left me in the cold, right
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Eb
Wife start tryna take my soul, right
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F
Back then in the crib with no light
Gm
Gm
I was fucked up
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F
Saw you wasn't there, so it's fuck y 'all
Eb
Eb
500 cash, y blues got it tucked up
Got me fucked up
Nigga, what's up?
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F
Nigga, what's up?
Gm
Gm
Baby girl, hold tight
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F
Ice on my body, it's a cold night
Eb
Eb
I done told my folks we be all right
Fuck her, then I put her in a song,
right
Gm
Gm
Backwood guts,
Miami nights and some palm trees
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F
My new girl lookin' like
Kehlani
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Eb
A million on my body, it's no more
Tommy
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F
Blast off, had to wax off like
Miyagi
Gm
Gm
Green coupe with the brown seats,
beef and broccoli
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F
She ain't really mad,
she just wanna go shopping
Eb
Eb
She gon' run away, track star like
McLachlan I don't show no blues on the gram,
they be watchin'
Gm
Gm
Rage on my body like all night
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F
Supreme on my body with the off -white
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Eb
My thugs on the leash, but they all bite
Niggas know I'm shootin'
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F
for the stars, right?
Gm
Gm
I was fucked up
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F
Saw you wasn't there, so it's fuck y 'all
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Eb
500 cash off blues, got it tucked up
Got me fucked up
Nigga, what's up?
Nigga, what's up?
Gm
Gm
Baby girl, hold tight
F
F
Ice on my body, it's a cold night
Eb
Eb
I done told my folks we be alright
Fuck her, then I put her in the sun,
Gm
Gm
right?
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F
So you was a d**k so it's f**ked up
Find all the cash off you,
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Eb
it's got it tucked up
Got me f**ked up
Baby what's up?
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F
Baby what's up?
Gm
Gm
Baby we're cold tight
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F
Ice on my body, it's a cold night
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Eb
I just want my boo to be alright
F**k it and I'll put her in a song
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F
I'm to act my life
Outro 1
Baby
Gm
Gm
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Eb
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