Dedicate

Am             E
  If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be
You tatted your face
Bugatti, new boo
Am             E
  You screamed, "Suu whoop"
                  Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
            E                    Am
You bought a Bugatti, so you can flex
            E
Most of the bad bitches your ex

Am                           E
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Am
New subject, new paper, new class, new school
                                  E
New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs
Much later, too soon, too bad, too cool
Am                         E
Too hot, too lit, too high to move
Two eyes to view but too blind to bloom
Am
Who lied to you?
           E
Two middle fingers that's up high to whom
                Am
It may consume, kaboom, goddamn
              E
Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo
That sued you to high hell
     Am
With shooters that shoot through the iron, man
    E
And see through the con man and now he a dyin' man
           Am
I turned a goddamn into a God's Plan
E
Go over the diagram and get to the job, man
              Am
Watch for the spy cam
                       E
Sit back and watch and do not watch your watch hand
Give me some time, man
         Am
I am the bomb, man
                      E
I am gon' swim 'til I come out on dry land or on the fryin' pan
           Am
No, we did not land on Plymouth Rock
       E
But it landed on our land, now I'm just buyin' land
            Am
Back to the block where they got more rock fans
E
Than a fuckin' rock band under a rock, man
        Am
We need Barack, man, I do what I can
   E
To keep it solid as a you know what I'm sayin'
          Am
With some rock playin'

           E                                      Am
You tatted your face and changed the culture (You changed)
               E                                               Am
You screamed, "Suu whoop," and them gangsters loved you (Yeah, yeah)
             E                                     Am
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (So you can flex)
                E
And most of the bad bitches your ex

  Am                                       E
I started this shit, you just part of this shit
I'm the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn't skip
         Am                                          E
Take the heart of yo' bitch, 'cause like Bart, you a simp
And your water don't drip so your garden ain't shit
         Am                                  E
You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money
Like, "Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?"
     Am                                      E
I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit
For the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit
     Am                           E
Go retarded as shit, you go sweet tangy
I go tart on this shit, I'ma barf on this shit
      Am                                    E
I'm a martian and shit, you an orphan, lil' bitch
If I taught you some shit, that's like Harvard, lil' bitch
          Am                                     E
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit but you softer than shit
Walk it like you talk it, now you walkin' in shit
     Am                             E
I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit
In the spotlight too long, should be darker than this
            Am
This is Tha Carter, lil' bitch

           E                                      Am
You tatted your face and changed the culture (You changed)
               E                                                           Am
You screamed, "Suu whoop," and them gangsters loved you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
             E                                     Am
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (So you can flex)
                E
And most of the bad bitches your ex

  Am                                    E
I started this shit, they borrowed this shit
I thought of this shit, they thought it was it
    Am                                    E
I'm doggin' this shit, they bark and they sit
Put a fork in that shit, which drawer to look in?
  Am                                     E
I brought in this shit, the starters get benched
The orders get sent, then targets get hit
Am
Billion dollar smile
  E
I sell myself short if I grin, I'm bargainin' then
 Am                                       E
Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit
In the foreign car that I could talk to and shit
       Am                               E
With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit
'Bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit

Am                           E
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Am                           E
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
All of that shit, just tha Carter lil' bitch

    Am                                  E
You changed, suu whoop (You tatted your face)
Bugatti, new boo (You screamed, "Suu whoop")
Am                           E
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
N.C.
Tunechi

Cifra adaptada de fontes públicas. Direitos da composição pertencem aos autores e gravadoras originais. Esta página é parte do projeto educacional Mania de Músico.