Facelift Akkorde von
Sodaboy
Sodaboy

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Tonart: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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My
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My papa told me not to stop
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until I get enough
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My mama told me not to stop
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until I bust a nut
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Fuck the world if they can't adjust
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My partner told me not to
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stop until I get a buck
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My papa told me not to stop
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until I get enough
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My mama told me not to stop
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until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
I'm a bad motherfucker,
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I ain't shuttin' up shit
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Any clip on the gang, every verse I spit
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Go and ask your big homie
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who you messin' with
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All your money hungry chick,
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I bet she know who I'm is
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My bank statement probably say
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I'm Red James, bitch
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A star, so when you see me,
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y 'all make you a wish
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Let's get straight to this shit
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So the boy talk money
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And then they got the nerd
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to say a player talk funny
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Un til they step in my wards
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and get to walk money
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Fuck where you from, dawg,
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I support money
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Cause I don't need no fame
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Got flows like gold,
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I'm the key to the game
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You need a coupe, four studs,
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and a big ass chain
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I trade grand in the bank
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under government name
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Just gim me my, gimme my,
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gimme my, block
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And I'll show you why, show you why,
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show you why I'm high
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My partner told me not to
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stop until I get a buck
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My papa told me no to stop
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until I get enough
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My mama told me not to stop
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until I bust a nut
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Fuck the world if they can't adjust
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My partner told me not to
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stop until I get a buck
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My papa told me not to stop
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until I get enough
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My momma told me not to stop
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until I bust another
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Fuck the world if they can't adjust
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We gettin' money over here
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Dollars over there
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Cash everywhere
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So we blow it like we don't care
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Yeah
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If you do the same thing, say yeah
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Hey, I got my piece of American pie,
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you can call me Stimpler
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I'm runnin' shit now to
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Black Adolf Hitler
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The shit
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So I'm brushin' haters
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To get up on my level,
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you need escalators
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Ain't no one greater than he himself
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He's original,
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he don't sound like no one else
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Fulfilling records now, dawg,
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you can read it and weep
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Waiting minutes with the chicks
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in the club on the streets
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From the block to the pen,
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in the booth on the beats
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We here, get around now, all 52 weeks
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I got my mind on my money,
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money on my mind
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More muscle in my hustle,
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more game in my drive
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My partner told me not to
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stop until I get a buck
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My papa told me not to
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stop until I get enough
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My mama told me not to stop
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until I bust another
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Fuck the world if they can't adjust
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My partner told me not to
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stop until I get a buck
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My papa told me not to stop
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until I get enough
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My mama told me not to stop
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until I bust another
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Fuck the world if they can't adjust
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So the boy, an d it's my time,
I'm serious bout this rapping,
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so I'm getting my grind on,
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soaked up to game
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and perfected my rhymes,
now they all wonder
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how I'm getting my shine on,
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it's money over weed,
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weed over bitches,
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I started from a dream
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and a hustle of ambition,
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minding money bring you joy,
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so my pleasure is my business,
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I've been spitting, I'm living in it,
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pushing to the limit,
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I'm finishing to benefit,
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no it ain't no gimmick,
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Know me all about the spinach,
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get it, talk about my image, image,
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hold it till I'm finished
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The hood that birthed me,
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the Midwest, yes,
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that's where my turf be
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Hip -hop ain't dead,
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it's in a state of emergency,
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a lot of dudes rappin', man,
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but they ain't worth me
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Buried me a G, if I make it or not,
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but if they let me in,
whoever's king, I'm takin' his spot
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My papa told me not to
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stop until I get a pup,
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my papa told me not to stop
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until I get enough
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My mama told me not to
stop until I bust a nut
And fuck the world if they can't adjust
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My partner told me not
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to stop until I get a buck
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My papa told me not to stop
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until I get enough
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My mama told me not to stop
until I bust a nut
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And fuck the world if they can't adjust
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