Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro]
Am Am C C
F F G G
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
[Verse 1 - Skengdo]
Am
Hold on, hold on
C
Man's still running their mouth
F
All now I ain't been touched
G
Don't ever use me for clout
Am
More time I've been doing up work
C
And this prick's tryna draw me out
Dm
But it's cool, it's calm, it's great
Bros rolling with Chief Keef now (bang bang)
Am
Bare "bro-bro, run-run quick!"
C
Du-du-du-du-bow
F
Zip those lips your prick
She sucked my dick, and you're lipsing it down
Dm
Turn it you're throwing no fist
Em
You ride that *shh* and you know xing xiao
F
I don't care if you're old or young
You violate me, you're a stupid clown
Am
Lurk round there, watch everyone panic
C
Black blade ching bare faggots
F
Neck, back, chest; that's bare damage
G
Soon all of my bros live lavish
Am
Lurk round there, watch everyone panic
C
Black blade ching bare faggots
Dm
Neck, back, chest; that's bare damage
Dm
Soon all of my bros live lavish
Am
Hate the bitch, can't go to the station
F
She's asking me hella questions
I think she works for the bacon
Dm
Minimal trust for her
Em
For all I know she fucks with the pagans
F
And they wanna try call up snitch
No one ain't snitching, you're just dumb
N.C.
We don't give a toss, no we don't rate them
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
[Verse 2 - AM]
Am
Push that work man's getting it
C
Grab my man, that's leverage
F
I ain't gonna stop this madness
G
Till I see bones and skeletons
Am
OD handting, that's a Remington
C
Shotgun, B-Side like belling them
Dm
I keep telling them
Dm
Now I keep telling them
That a man did pressure them
Am
No head for the corn, it's different
No entry wound, just ripping it
F
Young boy said the trap don't work
Put rocks in your line, start kicking it
Dm
Her stress that shit, start cooking it
Em
Bad B too brown, start whooping it
F
Shotgun come like thunder
N.C.
When they hear that sound, they're shook of it
Am
Loads of clapping
C
I get bull for the madting sadting
F
That should affect my actions
G
No way cause a man's too active
Am
Gang ting; pull up on yutes, like random
C
Like why should I allow you this time?
Dm
Either way, man's still gonna crash him
Dm
Cah they weird, they love that chatting
Am
I don't want love, that shit's distracting
But I like that one
F
And it may sound weird
But do you wanna stroke my gun?
Dm Em
You're dirty, I was gonna make that percey
F
Good one got the Magnum worksy
Good one that one get them all flirty
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
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