Acordes de Intro
Key Glock
Key Glock

N/A1 vistas
Tonalidad: Db major
Verse 1
C5
C5
G
G
Cm
Cm
Csus4
Csus4
(Sosa
Cm
Cm
G
G
Cm
Cm
808 made
it)
Yeah (Glock)
Yeah, yeah, okay,
G
G
C
C
okay (the fuck)
Verse 2
It ain't 'bout money,
G
G
it ain't no discussion
C
C
Got the pocket rocket,
no time for tussling
All this money got these
G
G
bitches in love with me
Wanna fuck me, baby,
C
C
but ain't no cuddling
G
G
Pillow talking Choppa chop
C
C
ya like bucket shit
G
G
C
C
G
G
Let it burn, let it burn,
C
C
yeah, that Usher shit
I'm balling hard, nigga,
it ain't no sucker shit
Money talk, yours funny,
Verse 3
Chris Tucker shit
C
C
Niggas hate me, but these
bitches be loving it
G
G
C
C
Talking 'bout you balling,
boy, you be fumbling
G
G
C
C
Pull up 30 deep, yeah, royal rumbling
G
G
C
C
Sexy tag on the back,
had to nut on it
Lumberjack from the back
G
G
when I'm cutting it
C
C
Cm
Cm
Got these big ass Choppas, we like
some Russians
C
C
G
G
Cookie Backwood,
I'm pouring up 'Tussin
C
C
Got my MC Hammer,
you can not touch me (uh, uh)
Verse 4
Cm
Cm
C5
C5
Cm
Cm
Huh, you cannot
Csus4
Csus4
touch
Cm
Cm
me
Ain't no talking,
Csus4
Csus4
Cm
Cm
ain't no discussion
C5
C5
Brrt, bap, bap
Verse 5
Cm
Cm
C5
C5
They do what I say, yeah,
they call me Glock 'Bama
C
C
G
G
C
C
Like second plate, boy,
you better not run up
I'm getting cake and ain't
talking 'bout funnel
G
G
I get more head than some
C
C
goddamn bundles
Finesse him quick,
he a duck, call him Donald
G
G
C
C
Don't trust a soul,
got that from my mama
Don't trust a soul, put that on my mama
Hell, nah (uh, uh)
Verse 6
C
C
G
G
Fuck these niggas hating, I'ma get this paper
C
C
I ain't saving bitches, I be saving paper
Gm
Gm
G
G
I cock, then shoot like McGrady
C
C
All my niggas G's, I ain't talking Mason
G
G
I just left from Portland balling like a Blazer
C
C
My niggas pocket watching,
know they'll take it
G
G
C
C
G
G
Bullets coming hot just like the queso
Cm
Cm
Pull up foreigner's and you know we had
C5
C5
Cm
Cm
to race
Csus4
Csus4
'em
Verse 7
Cm
Cm
Straight out it
Csus4
Csus4
Cm
Cm
Straight dropping, no flip
Csus4
Csus4
Cm
Cm
Yeah, yeah,
C
C
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 8
I'm a big dog, baby, you call me Clifford
Got a FN squeezing like lemons
Watch the niggas 'cause
G
G
they turning like Timmy
C
C
I'm on this paper route,
you know the business
G
G
I'm the GOAT, niggas don't call me Billy
C
C
I'm 'bout to buy it, nigga,
it ain't no lending
Young rich nigga act like some
G
G
gremlins
C
C
Got your bitch open wide like the dentist
Verse 9
C
C
Since a youngin', bitch, I
been 'bout the loot
G
G
C
C
She ain't let me fuck,
G
G
C
C
she blew me like soup
G
G
Tropicana call and I got the juice
I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
C
C
G
G
Big Backwoods blow like a flute
C
C
Glock hard when I cock and I shoot
G
G
Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons
C
C
Your rent's due, nigga,
it's time to move (get out)
Verse 10
Out the mud, now I'm foreign in public
Sipping mud,
C
C
blowing bud with my buddies
Flipping hoes with my boys
like the Dudleys
C
C
Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby
C
C
Ain't 'bout the money,
it ain't no discussion
Ain't talking money,
ain't talking 'bout nothing
Don't give me something,
I want all or nothing
Don't give me something, I want all or nothing

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