Тональность: Bb minor•
Verse 1
Bbm
Push Impalas and Caprices
(believe that daddy)
Db
Bbm
Starch flat, no creases
Gb
Db
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
Db
F
Db
You a H- O- T Boy
Gb
Db
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
Db
That's that weed smell in your
Ebm
Bbm
clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
Db
Bbm
This my block, I run it
(believe that daddy)
Gb
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
Db
C
Db
Gb
Croc or gator in side
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
Fine bitch, bowleg (be
Gb
lieve that daddy)
Db
Gb
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
Db
Bbm
Slugged up in the front
(believe that daddy)
Db
Gb
Bbm
Gb
Got a trunk full of bump
Bbm
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
C
dykes (believe that daddy)
Db
Bbm
'Cause that's what hoes like
(believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
Db
Bbm
I do 'cause I want to push
a Caddy or Mercedes
Db
Bbm
I do it for my dudes,
do it for my dudes
Db
All my niggas on the block that got
Bbm
Db
Fm
Bbm
that work to move
Verse 2
Bbm
It's Weezy, baby,
Db
young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough,
Bbm
Fm
I'm putting birdies out
Bbm
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you, bitch,
Db
Fm
Bbm
Gb
Ebm
you still ain't got a dirty mouth
Db
Bbm
The hood still ain't got over the drought
So you should sleep on your roof,
C
Bbm
just to watch over ya house
Nigga, we Tymin', the cost of my
watch over ya house
Bbm
I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lamby
Db
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood,
Bbm
you good, you family
Fm
Bbm
My boys like to pull them
blammies, and big pimp
Gb
Db
Bbm
Mami suck dick 'til she
Gb
Bbm
pull your hammy, homey
You know we only keepin' it gangsta
Db
Gb
Bbm
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
Db
All I need is my banger, nigga, it's Weezy
Fm
Bbm
Fm
This shit over, somebody king me
Bbm
Push Impalas and
Verse 3
Bbm
Caprices
(believe that daddy)
Db
Bbm
Gb
Starch flat, no creases
Bbm
Gb
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
Db
F
Fm
You a H- O- T Boy
Db
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
Db
That's that weed smell in your clothes
Gb
Bbm
(believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
Bbm
I run it (believe that daddy)
Gb
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
Db
Gb
Croc or gator in side
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
Db
Gb
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
Slugged up in the front
(believe that daddy)
Db
Gb
Got a trunk full of bump
Bbm
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
dykes (believe that daddy)
Db
'Cause that's what hoes like
Bbm
(believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies,
do it for the ladies
Db
Bbm
I do it 'cause I want to
push a Caddy or Mercedes
Db
Bbm
I do it for my dudes,
do it for my dudes
Db
Fm
Bbm
All my niggas on the block that
Fm
got that work to move
Bbm
Yeah,
Verse 4
you don't want to play with me,
F
Bbm
Lose your man in a tussle,
but y'all don't see me
Db
Y'all can't hear me, this a Def Jam,
call me Russell, man
Bbm
Fm
I played on Martin,
Bbm
call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the
C
Fm
F
Fm
yayo muscle, man
Bbm
But on the under, I got that wonder,
to stop that thunder
Db
Fm
That rumble in the side of your stomach,
Db
Fm
piled on water
Bbm
How do you want it,
Db
come through in a Coupe powder blue or
F
Fm
Gb
Aqua water, how do you want it,
Bbm
man?
Db
Hey, I tote a lot of toolies, dun,
Fm
Gb
I done broke a lot of hoopties dun
Fm
Bbm
I done drove a lot of QPs from
here and there on the road
C
Fm
But a nigga gotta move this, son,
Bbm
and I show you how to do this, son
Db
Bbm
That's that boy Weezy Wee, yeah,
Fm
CMB, bitch, in your stomach
Bbm
Push Impalas and
Verse 5
Bbm
Caprices
(believe that daddy)
Db
Bbm
Starch flat, no creases
Gb
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
Gb
Db
F
Fm
Gb
You a H- O- T Boy
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
Db
Bbm
That's that weed smell in your clothes
Ebm
Bbm
(believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
Db
Bbm
This my block, I run it
(believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
Gb
Db
Gb
Croc or gator inside
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
bowleg (believe that daddy)
Db
Gb
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
Slugged up in the front
(believe that daddy)
Gb
Db
Gb
Got a trunk full of bump
Bbm
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like
Gb
(believe that daddy)
Bbm
Now I do it for the ladies,
do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push
a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block
Outro 1
that got that work to move
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