Upchurch — Blah Blah

Текст песни с аккордами

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[Chorus]

Gm                                                Eb           Gm
I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash, no title in the glove box
              Gm                             Eb
That thing in someone elses name, the safety of that blah blah
Gm                                Eb          Gm
I stay on my block block, bitches know I rock rock
       Gm                                  Eb
When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk (Creek Squad)

[Verse 1]

Gm                            Eb
51-50 Pond Creek Road reppin' for real (You know it)
F        Gm                                      Eb
Barefoot bandit, dirty feet, confederate bandana still (All day)
      Gm                               Eb
Creek squad 'til I'm dirt, black marks from a hearse
Gm             Gm                       Eb
When I die I'm gonna be a legend in the outskirts (Ah yeah)
Gm              Gm                              Eb
Yeah my swag is so filthy, the Huck Finn of the whole industry
Gm            Gm                             Eb
Hood folks be actin' sketchy and the yuppies not into me (They not)
Gm        Gm                                   Eb
White boy with a voice, with an accent thicker than honey (Ah yeah)
Gm               Gm                              Gm
Smokes more than Willie Nelson and got guns like the Army (brbrbrbrah)

[Chorus]

               Gm                                 Eb           Gm
I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash, no title in the glove box
              Gm                             Eb
That thing in someone elses name, the safety of that blah blah
Gm                                Eb          Gm
I stay on my block block, bitches know I rock rock
       Gm                            Eb
When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk
Gm                             Eb         Gm
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah
       Gm                      Eb
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah
    Gm                                     G             Gm
You know I keep that heater on me and that thing go blah blah
       Gm                      Eb
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah

[Verse 2]

Gm
I come from that region
                      Eb
Where they'll pop you for no reason
Gm               Gm
Throw them hands and now you leakin'
                Eb
Like the cracks up in my ceilin'
         Gm
This the land of dirty dealin's
           Eb
My kush is medically healin'
Gm                Gm
Bitch boy stay up out your feelin's
                   Eb
That sucker shit's unappealin' (Nah)
Gm
I stay on my block block
         Eb         Gm
Weed off in my sock sock
       Gm
Haters like to talk talk
    Eb
All I hear is blah blah
Gm
My shotty go blah blah
Gm
You swear like a box box
Gm
Bitch you know I rock rock
G                     Gm
Got this shit on lock lock

[Chorus]

                                            Gm    Eb           Gm
I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash, no title in the glove box
                                  Eb                      G
That thing in someone elses name, the safety of that blah blah
Gm                                Eb
I stay on my block block, bitches know I rock rock
Gm                                   Eb
When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk
Gm                             Eb         Gm
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah
                        Eb
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah
Gm                                Gm
You know I keep that heater on me and that thing go blah blah
Gm                      Eb
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah

[Verse 3]

      Gm                                       Eb
I see rappers waste their time with their nose somewhere else
        Gm                                        Eb
Another county, 'nother state, but not protectin' their belt
         Gm                                        Eb
In every woods and hoods prolly got a damn culture to see
     Gm             Gm                                  Gm
This is the meltin' pot so won't you come and smoke one with me
                 Gm                           Eb
I'm just a dirty white boy from the middle of Tennessee
Gm           Gm                         Eb
I don't bite unless I want your jugular to bleed
Gm                    Gm                          Gm
And if you're lookin' for a interview, I'll be in the trees
                Gm                                G
Pull on that YZ walkin' wheelies all the way down the street

[Chorus]

        Gm                                        Eb           Gm
I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash, no title in the glove box
              Gm                             Eb
That thing in someone elses name, the safety off that blah blah
Gm                                     Eb          Gm
I stay on my blah block block, bitches know I rock rock
       Gm                                  Eb
When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk
Gm                             Eb         Gm
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah
       Gm                      Eb
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah
    Gm                                G                  Gm
You know I keep that heater on me and that thing go blah blah
       Gm                      Eb              Gm
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah blah

[Outro]

Eb  Gm  Gm   D  Gbm
Gbm   Fm   C  Ebm		
    

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