4 the record (ft. boogie) Akkorde von
Buddy
Buddy

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Tonart: G# minor
Intro 1
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This is for the record,
Verse 1
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ayy
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This is for the record, ayy
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Hell yeah, this a record, ayy
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This a re cord, ayy
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Hell yeah, ayy
Man, I'm in this whole wire
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Stay up, I don't ever get tired
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Heat it up with a little more fire
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Headed up, we can only get higher
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Man, your girl give me hair like a visor
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I ain't fuck that bitch, she a liar
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You ain't heard that I roll with the writers
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Give it up, bruh, you don't wanna try us
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Every time I hit the road,
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they be linin' up
All these hoes see me, oh,
now they signin' up
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Gettin' money, I'm a sole proprietor
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Keep on sleepin' if you old,
man, it's fine with us
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Back it up one time, bow and ear, girl
Mix a little bomb -bomb with the liquor
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Nah, we don't got no problems over here,
bruh
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And we gon' touch a
mill before the year's up
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This for a record, ayy
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This for a ayy
Hell yeah
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This for a record, ayy
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This for a ayy
Hell yeah
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Money on my mind, for the record
Running through the marathon,
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for the record
And I put that on
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God, for the record
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Somebody might die, for the record
Rest in peace, nigga,
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Eazy -E, for the record
Mike and
Keys, nigga, on the beat, for the record
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We could do this all night,
for the record
Coming from the
West
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Side, for the record
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This one for the pressure
This one for the bitches that
ain't giving me no effort
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This one for the
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L -shit, they only made me better
They remember every fade and saying
This one for the record,
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I can 't rectify the pain
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Of the story of my gang
Ain't no freedom for my brain
with a 40 in a chain
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You know dev ils love to play
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in the shadows of my brain
I can't elevate or change
if all I ever do is hang
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Really all I see is shame,
where my city at?
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Nigga you too broke for you to know
where all the bitches at
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Homie on parole and he can't smoke
so he gon' hit a black
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You let somebody use your light
or you don't get it back
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I'm really at, I'm really in a bad place
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and I ain't seeing good much
Tell me throw my fist high and
I just throw my hood up
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How you know your roof high if you
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ain't never looked up?
Some shit I never understood but I
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know this one for the record
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And I know this one for the debt
And how niggas spendin' money before
we even see the check
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Serena made it out of
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Compton, she forever get respect
A parallel to how y sit and do it for the net
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I say this one for the record
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As long as I don't need to put her in,
put her in, put her in, put her in...

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