Publicado: 2024-03-25 21:10 Seleccion acordes: Ethan Cooper
Tonalidad
Intro:
AmFE7
(JJ, what you tellinʼ me, fam?)
(R14)
Look, yo
Verse:
Am
Next drop we get, we gotta drop it, fuck this tit-for-tattinʼ
Sheʼs unemployed, but got a talent, suckinʼ dick in traffic
F
The trigger sensitive, might Go off even if you tap it
E7
It turns her on when Iʼm behind, I grab her hair and drag it
Am
Got more than couple bitches stressinʼ me
My users never listen when I tell them, "Donʼt be textinʼ me"
F
Beatinʼ ʼround the bush, I know you just wanna have sex with me
E7
When I was broke, I had no hope, and now sheʼs got interest in me
Am
Need someoneʼs mumzy tearinʼ up
I spend way too much Rondos on Dior and I donʼt wear enough
Youʼve been trappinʼ for ten years and you still ainʼt on no squarinʼ up
F
My shooters in the party, piss me off and watch ʼem air it up
E7
Right or wrong, he doesnʼt care, so fair enough
Am
Your music call the T-house, I got clientele
My youngin might just take your watch, he donʼt know how to buy and sell
F
DIY, I DIM the worker, hit the line myself, I donʼt know
E7
Whoʼs really got me? I guess time will tell, I donʼt know
Chorus:
Am
One time I thought ʼbout dickinʼ down a paigon ho
Next time Iʼm in Dubai, not gonna lie, Iʼm doinʼ eight and O
F
Told my jeweller, "Keep the white, Iʼll add some more and take the rose"
E7
I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home
She ask me, "Why?" I donʼt know
Am
Police askinʼ questions ʼbout some firearms, but I donʼt know
AP or the Skelly, ʼcause I like them both, I donʼt know
F
How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Donʼt say, "I donʼt know"
E7
She said, "What Do you want from me?" but I donʼt know
Verse:
If youʼre talkinʼ opp block, you canʼt say that I donʼt go
This song ainʼt for the radio, you think you know my ratio
Them diamonds in your watch are trash, donʼt bring that bust down next to mine
If my hitter goes to jail, you already know whoʼs next in line
If I never hit, she wouldnʼt press out when I press, "Decline"
Iʼve only got a couple guys from the number next to five
NXM **** slipped, probably be the next to die
Have his mummy wishinʼ she went back in time and gave her son a better life
On God, got love for all my niggas, but I watch my homies
You say youʼre real, Iʼve heard that hella times, you gotta show me
And when I put my knife in him, felt like I won a trophy
Iʼm from the 6, I bought my gun before I copped a Rollie
Industry, but Iʼm still in the streets
And when the beef be cookinʼ, fuck his block, Iʼm at his front door like itʼs trick-or-treat
Stop tryna argue, give me jaw, thatʼs what a nigga needs
Canʼt even Go higher without S makinʼ a nigga bleed
Chorus:
One time I thought ʼbout dickinʼ down a paigon ho
Next time Iʼm in Dubai, not gonna lie, Iʼm doinʼ eight and O
Told my jeweller, "Keep the white, Iʼll add some more and take the rose"
I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home
She ask me, "Why?" I donʼt know
Police askinʼ questions ʼbout some firearms, but I donʼt know
AP or the Skelly, ʼcause I like them both, I donʼt know
How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Donʼt say, "I donʼt know"
She said, "What Do you want from me?" but I donʼt know
Outro:
(JJ, what you tellinʼ me, fam?)
(R14)
