Nobody аккорды от
Brabo Gator

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Тональность: C major•

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Yeah, come on homie.
Quit trying to fool the world,
trying to make a statement
with somebody.
Quit trying to fool yourself,
you know you a nobody.
But I'm going give you a
little bit of advice.
Look, nobody needs nobody.
Money that I'm getting
got you hotter than wasabi.
Diamonds on my arm
and my charm got me snobby.
In a five star lobby,
conversating with a hottie.
I'm swagging out the brand,
you can tell by how I does.
Sip them all super fresh,
blow a grand just because
Buying everything I lost,
money make them haters cuss
Eating grown man dillons
in my three -piece tuns
You know he's gay, the motherfucker
I am everything I rap,
three carats on my pinky
Touching everything I dab
Stack with me on the map,
now I'm mutilating tracks
Going hard on the kick,
hi -hat and the clap
You say you got money,
I don't believe you
Your ass look broke,
every time that I see you
Try to duplicate
everything you see me do
It's time to face the truth,
the world don't need you
Cause you're a nobody
I'm on another level,
these other rappers are amateurs
Said he wants a verse
till he spoke to my manager
You can either buy rims or bravo verses
It's a hundred every bar, think I'm lyin'?
Hit me up, try and offer me a grand
I won't even pick it up
Save that up, become a rapper shit
cause I don't give a fuck
Tell you what, send me eight hunnid,
I'll split it up
And you'll still owe me eight,
I ain't cocky, I'm great
You can tell I'm eatin' good
by the way I'm gaining weight
I'm right around 220,
grab money, make it rise
By 2011, I'll be haystack size
Say you got money, I don't believe you
Your ass look broke,
every time that I see you
So you try to duplicate,
everything you see me do
It's time to face the truth,
the world don't need you
Cause you're a, a nobody
You're a, a nobody
You're a, a nobody
You're a, a nobody
You're a, a nobody
You're a, a nobody
You're a, a nobody
You're a, Ball for ball,
my rap skills are astronomic
Sick flow, hear me vomit,
every line catastrophic
Modern time, philosophic,
rapper blotting on a prophet
Harry Potter, movie pockets,
charm bigger than a hobbit
Bye -bye target when I lock it,
leave my radar alone
Unless you're ready for these rockets,
take my name out your song
If I start it, I won't stop it
till your rapper's gone
Add your name to my list
and sit right back down on my throne
I'm a motherfuckin' beast,
you ain't nothin' like Gator
You can't duplicate my swag,
but you're suckin' like a hater
Bitch, I tip my fuckin' waiters
more than you make on your album
My pockets on that Adderall,
yours be on the value
They be slowin' fuckin' down
Ha ha, look
Bitch, me and you are nothin' alike
Quit tryin' to get me to diss you
If I diss you, and you get on my nerves,
I'll do songs like this
As as that doesn't have your name in it
But I'm talkin' about you
I am talking about you,
and if you're sitting there wondering,
is he talking about me?
If you had that speculation,
then I'm talking about you.
So, this song's about you.
But I won't say your name,
I'll just say you.
Cause it's about you, bitch.
If you want me to diss you,
I'll tell you what.
Call the motherfucking booking line.
Offer some motherfucking money.
And I'll bomb you. I promise, you know.
But I'ma charge you for every
motherfuckin' verse
You just tell me how many of
them you want, okay?
Gator, bitch
The song's about you, bitch
The beat's gone, but
The song's about you,
and you're a bitch
Bitch, bitch
I'll tell you what, usually
I start the song lightin' a cigarette
This time I'm gonna end the song
lightin' a cigarette
Cigarettes kill you, but
Being broke kills you quicker
And you're broke cause
you're a
Nobody put the headphones down
and I'm walking out the fucking booth.
I'll press the stop button myself watch