Acordes de What I Do
Juvenile
Juvenile
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame

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Tonalidad: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Em
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B
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C
Uh, you know, we do this shit.
Em
Em
We don't need no motherfuckin'
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C
compliments, man.
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B
We get this ass shot,
that shit we supposed to do,
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C
Em
Em
cause we some real niggas.
You follow me?
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C
Em
Em
B -niggas, ass -fuckin' -nigga, hoe.
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C
Ryan Reams,
that shit we supposed to do.
Cause we some motherfuckin'
real niggas.
Em
Em
She a bad bitch,
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C
Em
Em
supposed to fuck with some real niggas.
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C
I'm good at what I do,
Em
Em
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C
Em
Em
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C
I'm at what I do
Em
Em
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C
And all my bad bitches,
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they'll throw me on next to Memphis
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Em
Em
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C
Love cause they show me
Em
Em
I'm good at what I do
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C
And all my real niggas ridin' for me,
Em
Em
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C
if we peepin' all you bitches die slowly
Em
Em
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C
All the real niggas, they fuckin' with me
Bad bitches, they fuckin' with me
Em
Em
In the VIP with my strap on me
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C
Em
Em
Blowin' gas, sippin' this copper in me
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C
Shoes fendin' my jeans,
huntin' my shirt
Fendin' my buckle fendin'
Em
Em
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Em
Em
She ain't no fun, crew can't hit her
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C
I fuckin' pass him, ain't cuffin' any
Em
Em
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C
Believe or not, no fuckin' Ridley Hood
nigga drivin' this fuckin' Bentley
Don't play no games with
these lame niggas
Em
Em
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C
Stomp a nigga out if he scuff my titties
Every nigga round me, one hundred
Leave a hundred racks,
Em
Em
they won't touch a penny
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C
Bands on me, no twenties, fifties
I'm 100 pockets,
they stuffed for centuries
Em
Em
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C
This ain't blocky, a shooter
Damn right,
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B
that's what I'm good at, n***a
You can try me if you want to
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G
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C
Get your shit pushed back, n***a
Em
Em
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C
Half a ticket on my neck like a dope boy,
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B
lookin' like I cooked that, n***a
Flex! I'm a real jack boy,
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C
G
G
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C
caught a n***a slippin' and I took that,
n***a
Em
Em
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Em
Em
I'm good at what I do,
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good at what I do
I'm good at what I do,
Em
Em
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Em
Em
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C
good at what I do
Em
Em
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C
And all my bad bitches,
they'll throw me
I don't ask them if it's love,
Em
Em
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C
cause they show me
Em
Em
I'm good at what I do
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C
And all my real niggas ridin' for me
Em
Em
If we peepin', all you bitches die slowly
J -J -Jack LaLanne, I'm flexin'
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C
Real niggas, only my section
Barrick armor, my belt bucklin'
Em
Em
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C
Handcuffs on me, no arrestin' FN on my waistline,
kiss a fuck, nigga wanna test me
Elm Street, I'm fire,
real real right, nigga, no lefty
Actin' round town,
niggas know,
Em
Em
blockin' real street, nigga, name heavy
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C
In the bushes, that choppa, nigga,
Em
Em
dressin' all black like Wesley
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C
I'm a rich nigga for some red bottoms,
Em
Em
she do anything, she bless me
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C
Have a threesome with two bad bitches,
Em
Em
I fuck all of her besties
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C
Em
Em
I don't smoke gas, no Reggie
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C
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B
If it ain't loud, don't pass it
Real street nigga with a bank account
Em
Em
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G
Em
Em
200k on my mattress
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Em
Em
Won't ever change, always stay the same
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C
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B
Only thing that changes is my ad dress
And my standards can't fuck
with basics
Em
Em
Bitches can't fuck with
her if she average
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C
Em
Em
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C
Squad, fuck em, fuck em
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
Em
Em
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C
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
I'm good at what I do
And all my bad bitches dare throw me,
Em
Em
I don't ask some bitches
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love cause they show me
Em
Em
I'm good at what I do
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And all my real niggas ridin' for me,
Em
Em
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C
if we peepin' all you bitches die slowly
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G
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I'm good at what I do
Em
Em
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