R.I.C.O. Akkorde von
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame

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Tonart: A major
Verse 1
Bb
A
C
Y'all hooting and hollerin'
A
about who's hotter
Am
C
A
Got 28 sales next month man
Just closed two deal on my
C
Email and my iPad
A
30, 000 feet in the air I'm like
Am
F
C
Bb
C
A
that
Verse 2
Back in this bitch,
yeah I'm back in this bitch
C
If that bitch get to spazzing, I'm
axing that bitch
A
And I'm asking you rappers,
C
do you ask your bitch for permission to sit
A
down and piss? (Pussy!)
I'm actually rapping
C
'bout factual shit
Couple hundred on chains
put that on my bling
A
I'm a savage,
C
I'm blessed and they asking you shit
And you do too much,
niggas get slapped like a bitch
A
C
I make in a week what you make in a year
Eight figure, nigga, so let that be clear
A
F
I captain you niggas, please let me steer
Bb
For hope for your niggas,
C
and that shit is weird
A
Yeah, you got a single
C
- your swagger so boring
Bb
C
I swear I feel like imma never stop touring
A
They claiming it's time
to bring races together
C
They come to my shows,
A
C
get wasted together
A
Party together
C
Smoke one together
I'm changing the world,
y'all hope for the better
A
My business I handle
C
You rappers just rebel
They tell me "Come back",
but the game is in shambles
A
And it's just a shame,
F
C
they come in my lane
They want that old Flocka, that
Hard in the Paint
A
C
They feel so authentic, you artists is lame
Face, car, I got credit charged into the game
A
I matched in the gas and I
mastered my craft
Bb
C
School of hard knocks,
got my Masters in math
A
I count them like Scooter,
F
then go see my jeweler
Bb
Oh y'all some OGs,
C
I'm original shooter
A
They screaming "Free Gucci!" and
F
yelling out "Squaad!"
C
Like y'all niggas knew
us, man y'all niggas frauds
A
I sell to Atlantic,
C
but don't need a deal
Please do not panic,
A
F
return of the real
(Flocka!)
Verse 3
C
My niggas got hit with the
A
R.I.C.O.(why?)
F
Bb
We come in the prison with choppers
C
like I'm freeing Chapo?
My niggas got hit with the R.I.C.O.
A
(you know)
C
Flockaveli a classic,
so please stay tuned for the sequel
Verse 4
Bb
F
They tweeting and talking
and dissing and blogging
Bb
C
Try me in July, you be missing by August
A
C
My chick is a boss, my clique full of bosses
Bb
C
You soft as that pillow you talking... on,
gone
Fu- Fuck fu- fuck it I'm back
Bb
C
Put your hands up front, to the back
A
C
Swiss blade to your jawline
It's our time
Am
C
A
Imma count down from 10, draw 9s
C
Fuck the confederate fags
F
C
Looking racist in his face and ass
A
Why you hate me cause I'm black?
F
C
F
The police ar rest us, blast us,
C
A
trap us, athletes, rappers, actors
C
Put a picture up and act like a pastor,
A
please
Shhhh- shit!
Am
Man,
Verse 5
C
I should be touching
A
Am
the people
C
F
C
Am
Still hustle like hustle is legal
A
Am
(squad, squad)
C
Boy, I'm feeling like I'm
A
Am
Bugsy Siegel
Bb
C
A
Loordd, deliver me from evil
Am
Bb
(please)
C
Loordd, who the fuck are these people?
Verse 6
A
F
This is a chapter, a verse and a testament
C
Post for the reference,
I think it's evident
Am
A
C
If police start asking, y'all giving up evidence
I free all my niggas, soon as I'm President
A
Am
C
And fuck Donald Trump,
man
A
I'm sending you straight to Mexico
C
to live in, motherfucker
I'm out, man,
E
Flockaveli 2 coming soon I swear
Em
A lot of rappers slain
C
My young niggas asking
"Can I snatch his chain?"
C
Look down, said "I though the same
Bm
thing" (ya dig!)
Flockaveli 2, middle finger
A
Am
C
fame
A
Am
(I'm with the
C
shit!)
A
C
Made a million dollars off of rapping
Made a million dollars off of trapping
A
Am
Made another quarter million
off of capping
Flockaveli 2
C

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