Hiding

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Verse 1]
[Am]What do [Dm]you [Am]want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
[Dm]What do you [Am]want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What [F]do you [Am]want?

[Verse 2]
What do you want?
[Dm]I go[Am]t choppers, I got gwa[Dm]la
[Am]I got partners, [Dm]send you to the doctor
I got [Em]guns, [Am]sing[Dm]ing like opera
And my part[Am]ners, [Dm]they got money
We ain't [Am]for nu'uh
[Dm]Fuck ya momma, [Am]fuck ya poppa
What [Dm]the fuck you doing,
if you ain't getting [Am]money?
[Dm]Bitch I'm 3hunna, my nigga[Am]s riding
And [Dm]we sliding,
[F]bit[Dm]ch we [Am]ain't hiding

[Verse 3]
I got my pis[Dm]tol, [Am]that's my issue
My [Dm]pistol get you, it got that grip [Am]too
[Dm]I shoot it at you, them [Am]bullets catch you
And now you're done,
[Dm]you couldn't wrest[Am]le
All [Dm]of these niggas, t[Am]hey pretenders
Act [Dm]like [F]they with you,
[Dm]they out to get [Am]you[Dm]
[F]So don't [Dm]trust [Am]them, so
don't love them
They want [Dm]your spot,
they want your hustle
[Am]You flex and they [Dm]want your muscle
Rings [Am]on all 10 hands and
they want your knuckle
[Dm]Bitches call[Am]ing me, they want [Dm]my time[F]
[Am]But I'm chasing all this
[Dm]money [Am]runnin'[Dm]
I got [Am]choppers,

[Verse 4]
I [Dm]got gwala
[Am]I got partners, [Dm]send you to the doctor
I got [Em]guns, [Am]sing[Dm]ing like opera
And my part[Am]ners, [Dm]they got [F]money
[Dm]We ain't for n[Am]u'uh
Fuck ya [Dm]momma, [Am]fuck ya poppa
What [Dm]the fuck you doing,
if you ain't getting [Am]money?
[Dm]Bitch I'm 3hunna, my nigga[Am]s riding
And [Dm]we sliding, [F]bitch we [Am]ain't hiding
What do you [Dm]want?

[Verse 5]
Where
[Am]are you [Dm]going?
What you doing,
if you ain't getting money?
[Am]I'm smok[Dm]ing ganja, I'm count[Am]ing commas
I [F]got my llama, so nig[Dm]ga d[Am]on't try us
I'm [F]blasting [Dm]at you, I'm
[Am]laughing at you
Flexing throwing cash up [Dm]on your bitch
And throwing cash up [Am]at you
I threw [Dm]some cash up at you
Cause [Am]you need to catch up
You [Dm]full of mayonnaise,
I'll let Nina red ya
You in the red [F]line,
[Dm]that[Am]'s the dead line
[Dm]You ain't got my [F]money on [Dm]time
Then that's [Am]your head mon
[Dm]
Bumbaclottin', Rasta- rockin'
[Am]Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion[Dm]

[Verse 6]
[Am]I go[Dm]t cho[Am]ppers,
I [Dm]got gwala
[Am]I got partners, [Dm]send you to the doctor
I got [Am]guns, [Dm]singing like opera
And my part[Am]ners, [Dm]they got [F]money
[Dm]We ain't for n[Am]u'uh
Fuck [Dm]ya momma, f[Am]uck ya poppa
What the [Dm]fuck you doing,
if you ain't getting [Am]money?
[Dm]Bitc[F]h I'm [Dm]3hunna, my nigga[Am]s riding
[Dm]And [F]we sliding, bitch [Am]we ain't hiding

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