John Akkorde von
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne

N/A53 Aufrufe
Tonart: F# minor
Verse 1
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Just saw an alien saucer ap
Gm
Gm
proaching from the sky
Eb
Eb
Em
Em
Radio contact has been attempted
Gm
Gm
but cannot be established
C
C
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
Instructions are to prepare for an
Eb
Eb
attack by an un known enemy
Em
Em
Huh
Verse 2
C
C
Em
Em
C
C
Em
Em
C
C
Em
Em
Yeah
F
F
Huh
Gm
Gm
Uh
Verse 3
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
C
C
Em
Em
C
C
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
Em
Em
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker,
C
C
"Fetch"
Em
Em
I'm fuckin' her good,
C
C
she got her legs on my neck
Em
Em
I get pussy, mouth and ass,
F
F
call that bitch triple threat
Gm
Gm
G
G
When I was in jail,
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
she let me call her collect
Gm
Gm
But if she get greedy,
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G
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
I'ma starve her to death
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Top down, it's upset
Gm
Gm
G
G
Been fucking the world and nigga,
Gm
Gm
C
C
I ain't come yet
Em
Em
C
C
You fuck with me wrong,
Em
Em
C
C
I knock your head off your neck
Em
Em
C
C
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
Em
Em
C
C
The guns are drawn and I
ain't talkin' 'bout a sketch
Em
Em
F
F
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Gm
Gm
Prepare for the worst but
Eb
Eb
still praying for the be st
Gm
Gm
G
G
This game is a bitch, I got my
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
hand up her dress
Gm
Gm
The money don't sleep,
Eb
Eb
so Weezy can't rest
Gm
Gm
G
G
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh
Em
Em
C
C
I'm not a star, somebody
Verse 4
lied
Em
Em
C
C
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
Em
Em
C
C
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
Em
Em
C
C
Em
Em
C
C
I got a chopper in the car
F
F
Gm
Gm
Yeah, load up the choppers
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them
Eb
Eb
niggas where it hurts
Gm
Gm
If I die today,
Eb
Eb
remember me like John Lennon
Gm
Gm
Buried in Louis,
I'm talking all brown linen, huh
C
C
Big black nigga
Verse 5
and an icy watch
Gm
Gm
Shoes on the coupe,
C
C
Gm
Gm
that got a Nike shop
Count the profits,
C
C
Gm
Gm
you could bring 'em in a Nike box
C
C
Gm
Gm
Grindin' in my Jordans, kick them off,
they might be hot (huh)
D
D
Swish, I'm swimmin' in a
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
yellow bitch (boss)
D
D
In the red 911,
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
lookin' devilish (haha)
D
D
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
Gm
Gm
down (huh)
Thought it was bulletproof 'til
Em
Em
he got hit the fifth time
C
C
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Em
Em
Make it come back even harder
C
C
Em
Em
than before (yeah)
Baby, I'm the only one that
C
C
Em
Em
paid your car note (Rozay)
Well connected,
got killers off in Chicago (huh)
C
C
I'm not a star, somebody
Verse 6
lied
Em
Em
C
C
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
Em
Em
C
C
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
Em
Em
C
C
Em
Em
I got a chopper in the car
C
C
Gm
Gm
Yeah, load up the choppers
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them
Eb
Eb
niggas where it hurts
Gm
Gm
If I die today,
Eb
Eb
remember me like John Lennon
Gm
Gm
Buried in Louis,
Em
Em
I'm talking all brown linen, huh
C
C
Talk stupid,
Verse 7
Em
Em
C
C
get your head popped
Em
Em
C
C
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Em
Em
C
C
Big B's, Red Sox
Em
Em
C
C
Gm
Gm
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You're fucking with a nigga
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
who don't give a fuck
Eb
Eb
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Gm
Gm
Pussy niggas sweet,
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch,
C
C
Em
Em
she say she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain,
C
C
I don't need a piece
Em
Em
That banana clip,
C
C
Em
Em
let Chiquita speak
C
C
Em
Em
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B
F
F
Gm
Gm
Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch ass nigga,
Eb
Eb
pussy ass nigga
Gm
Gm
I see you lookin' with your lookin' ass,
Eb
Eb
nigga
Gm
Gm
You know the rules,
Eb
Eb
kill 'em all and keep moving
Gm
Gm
C
C
Em
Em
If I die today, it'd be a holiday, huh
Verse 8
Em
Em
C
C
I'm not a star, somebody lied
Em
Em
I got a chopper in the car,
C
C
so don't make it come alive (yeah)
Rip your ass apart,
then I pull myself together
Em
Em
Y-M-C-M-B, Double M, M, M, M, M,
C
C
Gm
Gm
we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet,
Eb
Eb
the more that bitch gon' bang
Gm
Gm
Red on the wall,
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D
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
Basquiat when I paint (yeah)
Eb
Eb
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
Gm
Gm
My first home invasion,
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C
papi gave me forty bricks
Gm
Gm
Son of a bitch,
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C
G
G
C
C
then I made a great escape
Em
Em
Ain't it funny? Mama only
G
G
C
C
son be baking cakes
Em
Em
Pull up in the sleigh,
C
C
hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Em
Em
Niggas gather around, got gifts for each
F
F
Gm
Gm
and all of y'all (haha)
Take it home and let it bubble,
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
that's the double up (yeah)
If you get in trouble,
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
that just mean you fuckin' up (nigga)
It's a cold world,
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
I need a bird to cuddle up (yeah)
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up
Verse 9
Gm
Gm
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

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