My Buddy

Deuce

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Tono:
Dm Give me that fame, give me that
A money
Bb C Got no shame for these dummies
Dm Give me that fame, give me that
A money
Bb C It's my game, don't act funny [Chorus]
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A I got no shame for these dummies
Bb Out of my way, you ain't my buddy
C You sure as hell ain't gonna get
A lucky
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A This my game, don't act funny
Bb Call me insane, that's right, buddy
C It's raining now, it's gonna get
A muddy [Verse 1]
Dm It's payback for shit you pulled way back
Am Playback to when I got played, man
Bb I saved that just to keep the pain painless
C Now my middle finger's up in the air
A while I raise that
Dm Shit's changing like a fucking rude awaken
Am No more playing, no more undertaking
Bb Can you hear the articulation?
C Are these words getting through to
A you inside of your head, maybe?
Dm Fee-fi-fo-fum, dum-diddy-dum
Am How many dumb motherfuckers wanna get some?
Bb You can't take these from under my thumb
C A This rap game ain't leaving till I'm outdone
Dm Run, run, you don't want none, punk
Am Jump, jump when I'm right out front
Bb P-Pop that trunk, what? Here I come, duck
C A Better check yourself 'fore you come up here, chump [Pre-Chorus]
Bb It's one for the haters all across the globe
C Two for the labels trying to stop the show
A Three for the homies trying to take the throne
C Db Get ready, set, let's go
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[Chorus]
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A I got no shame for these dummies
Bb Out of my way, you ain't my buddy
C You sure as hell ain't gonna get
A lucky
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A This my game, don't act funny
Bb Call me insane, that's right, buddy
C It's raining now, it's gonna get
A muddy [Verse 2]
Dm Oh no, look who's 'bout to go loco
A No more being scared of these bozos
Bb Told you that I'm all about mo'
C dough
A Popos even bump my shit, so don't
Dm Yo bro, give a fuck about your hoes
A Show no fear just so you don't know
Bb Row-row-row your boat, don't go slow
C A I'm so close, square as dojos
Dm Born and raised, right in Soco
A With some crazy-ass motherfucking mofos
Bb Get up off my fucking shoulders
C I'm spitting that, shit, ain't
A nobody gon' hold me
Dm Folgers in the morning with all my soldiers?
Bb I ain't even got to, I told you
Dm You can't so hold on Bring all of them faggot-ass foes on [Pre-Chorus]
Bb It's one for the haters all across the globe
C Two for the labels trying to stop the show
A Three for the homies trying to take the throne
C Db Get ready, set, let's go [Chorus]
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A I got no shame for these dummies
Bb Out of my way, you ain't my buddy
C You sure as hell ain't gonna get
A lucky
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A This my game, don't act funny
Bb Call me insane, that's right, buddy
C It's raining now, it's gonna get
A muddy [Bridge]
Bb Watch me while they all say "OMG"
C In the Black Vic, bumping that MP3
A I'm not a criminal, just the one behind the seat
Dm Arrested just for flowing on the beat
Bb Look what these people made me out to be
C They don't know what it's like to be me
A Go get 'em, dawg, let them know it's over, G
A Ooh-wee, money over everything
Dm A Oh, goddamn, you almost got me there, that was a close one
Bb C Hahaha, I know you want me, but
A you can't get me, bitch-ass faggot [Chorus]
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A I got no shame for these dummies
Bb Out of my way, you ain't my buddy
C You sure as hell ain't gonna get
A lucky
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A This my game, don't act funny
Bb Call me insane, that's right, buddy
C It's raining now, it's gonna get
A muddy
Dm Give me that fame, give me that
A money
Bb C Got no shame for these dummies
Dm Give me that fame, give me that money
A It's my game, don't act funny
Bb Call me insane, that's right, buddy
C It's raining now, it's gonna get
A muddy [Otro] N.C. Fucking bitch, you're my little bitch N.C. Little fucking doggy N.C. I got you on the fucking leash, you little bitch N.C. Hahaha, yee, nah-nah, it's not over yet, bitch
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Composición: Aron Erlichman

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