Flodgin' Akkorde von
$Uicideboy$
$Uicideboy$

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Tonart: G# minor
Intro 1
Gm
Bb
Gm
Bb
Eb
Verse 1
Bb
Gm
Pistol to the head,
Bb
Gm
of these niggas that be acting fake
Pistol to the head,
Bb
of these niggas that be acting fake
Gm
Pistol to the head,
Bb
Gm
of these niggas that be act ing fake
Pistol to the head,
Bb
Gm
of these niggas that be act ing fake
Pistol to the head,
Bb
Gm
of these niggas that be acting fake
Pistol to the head,
Bb
Gm
of these niggas that be act ing fake
Verse 2
Gm
I want a supersized suicide Slick,
he told me, "do or die"
I did it, now I'm dead
Bb
Gm
Didn't even have to use any lead
Bb
Now my bed is soaked in blood,
Gm
red stuff seeping out my head
Bb
'Cause I was thinking how I never
Gm
have cheddar to shred
Bb
Grey 59 put slime in your fine dime
Gm
Met her in person, she better in bed
Grabbed my sweater and left
Guess I spread her to death
Bb
No more breath in her chest
Gm
Just the sweat on her breasts
Bb
Body stuffed in the trunk
of my 'Vette
Gm
Oddy Nuff got the shotty tucked
up under his head
Sloppy cuts on my neck
Copycats try to copy cuts
Now they dead
G 59, we tryna die
Bb
Fucking shine because the
flame keep burning bright
Gm
Throw that body in the pile,
Bb
Gm
and call it a night
Verse 3
Pistol to the head,
Bb
of these niggas that be acting fake
Gm
Pistol to the head,
Bb
of these niggas that be acting fake
Gm
Pistol to the head,
Bb
of these niggas that be acting fake
Gm
Pistol to the head,
Bb
Gm
of these niggas that be acting fake
Pistol to the head,
Bb
Gm
of these niggas that be acting fake
Bb
SAMCRO with the blade, get a mayhem vote
Verse 4
Bb
Funny how the shade's never
thrown when you broke
Gm
Taking dope to the face,
then I turn to a ghost
Bb
The haters, the bitches,
they come by the dozen
Gm
The ly in', the snitchin', I'm
never gonna fuck with them
Bb
Pussy, you smell,
Gm
like your homies been fucking you
Run up, get done up
Bb
Gm
I'm dreaming about cutting you
It's the Yung Scarecrow with
Bb
the ink on my body
Gm
Got Oddy right behind me,
Bb
and he gripping that Tommy
Gm
I got the shotty, and I'm aiming
Bb
right to your fucking dome
Gm
Invasions in your home
Hope you live alone
No, I can't be fucking with no
Bb
Gm
motherfucking flodgers
That junkie motherfucker got pre
Bb
Gm
scriptions like a doctor
Take 100 blunts to my
Bb
Gm
motherfuckin' face
Pistol to the head of these
Bb
bitches that be actin fake
Verse 5
Gm
Pistol to the head,
Bb
of these niggas that be acting fake
Gm
Pistol to the head,
Bb
Gm
of these niggas that be acting fake
Pistol to the head,
Bb
of these niggas that be acting fake
Gm
Pistol to the head, of these niggas
that be acting fake
Pistol to the head, of these
Bb
niggas that be acting fake

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