Tonalidad: F minor
Verse 1
Em
A
Bm
A
Em
Bm
D
Em
Bm
D
Em
You gotta be a buff ting
if you wanna fuck with me
D
If not, well then, love,
you're not my cup of tea
Em
Hop in the truck and see there's
A
places I could take ya
Em
D
Shop in the Nittany, flights to Jamaica
Em
Back in the days I was seen
with them ravers
D
Design the tops and the jeans
was the latest
Em
Yeah, they was grafted and
obscene for the papers
Dr. Carnigan,
D
I hardly been seen in them blazers
Em
You know we bang,
pound be the currency
And you rose the gang,
D
plus, you know the slang
Em
And, and, we gettin' it poppin'
When you thought them felony charges
would ever stoppin'
But you know I'm about posin',
jewels lookin' frozen
I should clean up another yard
D
Em
just to put my clothes in
When mega spittin', you better listen,
fuck recognition
This is light work,
D
Em
call me the electrician
You know something, hoes,
we don't love them
Coballies off Regis Street,
D
what's so London?
Em
The black maha game will
leave you numb
Every single one stunting
D
on your label is a bum
Em
You know something, hoes,
we don't love them
D
Coballies off Regis Street,
what's so London?
Bm
The black maha game
Em
will leave you numb
A
Every single one stunting
D
on your label is a bum
Em
May stays unique,
so what you rocking old school?
D
And Prada sneaks up, put
him down in O2
Em
A
Now it's chic to chic in clothes
when he stroll through
Em
Kissing cheek to cheek
D
with models like he's so cool
Em
A
I switch lanes and I dodge six rings
Em
Say slick shit,
D
she drop it and give brains
Em
We insane in them slick Rick chains
I'm rich bitch,
D
they calling them dip chains
Em
Pretty but G, rap flow anime
His chick told me,
D
man you should be laminating
Em
A
You's a poptar, while me,
Em
I'm a young Paul McCartney
D
Suttin' like a rockstar
Em
I've been waitin' in the dream,
gazin' at the scene
Now we got rap icons
D
wavin' like the Queen
Em
We the UK, meaning of the slum
When you see him run, London boy,
D
season has begun
Em
You know something, hoes,
we don't love them
Cock valleys off Regent Street,
D
we're so London
Em
The black maha game
will leave you numb
Every single one stuntin'
D
on your label is a bum
Em
You know something, hoes,
we don't love them
Compallis off Regent Street,
D
we're so London
Em
The black, my heart game
will leave you numb
A
Every single one stunting
D
on your label is a bummer
Em
We all are some G's, work in my hurry,
so we ball in fatigue
D
Hit the 4's and the V's,
niggas more than we breathe
Em
Leave em, leave em on foot patrol
Yeah, I have a walking pigeon
D
towing to her focus
Em
Triple the dough for the two -triple -oh
D
This town gigolo, more links than Figaro
Em
D
Em
You know what my name is now,
most exceptional game around,
D
that's mega yeah
Em
We city slickin',
take you on a expedition,
jewels glisten,
D
coupe is driven when I'm scoopin' pictures
Em
This British ex -sport,
got rappers like,
yo they swaggin' tight,
D
and that's in black an
d white like a check
Em
We roll with grinders,
A
holdin' them double niners,
Em
cloak designers,
D
call them your royal fliners
Em
A
What the cuffin' bout to you,
Em
she a queen,
I may smart her out,
D
chuck her out to me, she a fiend
Em
You know something hoes,
we don't love them?
Cock Ballies off, Friedrich Street
D
We're so London
Em
The black, mahal game
will leave you numb
Every single one stunting
D
On your label is a bum
Em
You know something hoes,
we don't love them?
D
Cock Ballies off, Fridrich Street
We're so London
Bm
Em
mahal game will leave you numb
Every single one stunting
D
On your label is a bum
Em
Showshow my dog Scorcher, talk to him
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