Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
Am Am C C
F F G G
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
[Verse 1 - Skengdo]
Am
Hold on, hold on
C
Man's still running their mouth
F
All now I ain't been touched
G
Don't ever use me for clout
Am
More time I've been doing up work
C
And this prick's tryna draw me out
Dm
But it's cool, it's calm, it's great
Bros rolling with Chief Keef now (bang bang)
Am
Bare "bro-bro, run-run quick!"
C
Du-du-du-du-bow
F
Zip those lips your prick
She sucked my dick, and you're lipsing it down
Dm
Turn it you're throwing no fist
Em
You ride that *shh* and you know xing xiao
F
I don't care if you're old or young
You violate me, you're a stupid clown
Am
Lurk round there, watch everyone panic
C
Black blade ching bare faggots
F
Neck, back, chest; that's bare damage
G
Soon all of my bros live lavish
Am
Lurk round there, watch everyone panic
C
Black blade ching bare faggots
Dm
Neck, back, chest; that's bare damage
Dm
Soon all of my bros live lavish
Am
Hate the bitch, can't go to the station
F
She's asking me hella questions
I think she works for the bacon
Dm
Minimal trust for her
Em
For all I know she fucks with the pagans
F
And they wanna try call up snitch
No one ain't snitching, you're just dumb
N.C.
We don't give a toss, no we don't rate them
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
[Verse 2 - AM]
Am
Push that work man's getting it
C
Grab my man, that's leverage
F
I ain't gonna stop this madness
G
Till I see bones and skeletons
Am
OD handting, that's a Remington
C
Shotgun, B-Side like belling them
Dm
I keep telling them
Dm
Now I keep telling them
That a man did pressure them
Am
No head for the corn, it's different
No entry wound, just ripping it
F
Young boy said the trap don't work
Put rocks in your line, start kicking it
Dm
Her stress that shit, start cooking it
Em
Bad B too brown, start whooping it
F
Shotgun come like thunder
N.C.
When they hear that sound, they're shook of it
Am
Loads of clapping
C
I get bull for the madting sadting
F
That should affect my actions
G
No way cause a man's too active
Am
Gang ting; pull up on yutes, like random
C
Like why should I allow you this time?
Dm
Either way, man's still gonna crash him
Dm
Cah they weird, they love that chatting
Am
I don't want love, that shit's distracting
But I like that one
F
And it may sound weird
But do you wanna stroke my gun?
Dm Em
You're dirty, I was gonna make that percey
F
Good one got the Magnum worksy
Good one that one get them all flirty
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am Am C C
F F G G
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
[Verse 1 - Skengdo]
Am
Hold on, hold on
C
Man's still running their mouth
F
All now I ain't been touched
G
Don't ever use me for clout
Am
More time I've been doing up work
C
And this prick's tryna draw me out
Dm
But it's cool, it's calm, it's great
Bros rolling with Chief Keef now (bang bang)
Am
Bare "bro-bro, run-run quick!"
C
Du-du-du-du-bow
F
Zip those lips your prick
She sucked my dick, and you're lipsing it down
Dm
Turn it you're throwing no fist
Em
You ride that *shh* and you know xing xiao
F
I don't care if you're old or young
You violate me, you're a stupid clown
Am
Lurk round there, watch everyone panic
C
Black blade ching bare faggots
F
Neck, back, chest; that's bare damage
G
Soon all of my bros live lavish
Am
Lurk round there, watch everyone panic
C
Black blade ching bare faggots
Dm
Neck, back, chest; that's bare damage
Dm
Soon all of my bros live lavish
Am
Hate the bitch, can't go to the station
F
She's asking me hella questions
I think she works for the bacon
Dm
Minimal trust for her
Em
For all I know she fucks with the pagans
F
And they wanna try call up snitch
No one ain't snitching, you're just dumb
N.C.
We don't give a toss, no we don't rate them
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
[Verse 2 - AM]
Am
Push that work man's getting it
C
Grab my man, that's leverage
F
I ain't gonna stop this madness
G
Till I see bones and skeletons
Am
OD handting, that's a Remington
C
Shotgun, B-Side like belling them
Dm
I keep telling them
Dm
Now I keep telling them
That a man did pressure them
Am
No head for the corn, it's different
No entry wound, just ripping it
F
Young boy said the trap don't work
Put rocks in your line, start kicking it
Dm
Her stress that shit, start cooking it
Em
Bad B too brown, start whooping it
F
Shotgun come like thunder
N.C.
When they hear that sound, they're shook of it
Am
Loads of clapping
C
I get bull for the madting sadting
F
That should affect my actions
G
No way cause a man's too active
Am
Gang ting; pull up on yutes, like random
C
Like why should I allow you this time?
Dm
Either way, man's still gonna crash him
Dm
Cah they weird, they love that chatting
Am
I don't want love, that shit's distracting
But I like that one
F
And it may sound weird
But do you wanna stroke my gun?
Dm Em
You're dirty, I was gonna make that percey
F
Good one got the Magnum worksy
Good one that one get them all flirty
[Chorus - AM - X2]
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Dm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Em
Man coulda' got that .35
F
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Am
Du-du-du-da
C F
Corn come fat like Buddha
G
Banged to the face from Unah
Am
How you gonna touch my mulah?
C
Man coulda' got that .35
Dm
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
G
That's me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
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