BM J.R. chords by Lil Wayne
Verse 1
Em
Yea shorty,
you know what I'm talking bout'
Am
G
I peep these niggas out here they slipping
like they ain't bout
Money no more man,
Bm
Em
so what fuck
You know what we goin' do ha?
What we been doing, huh, nigga
Am
G
We goin' load up,
Em
get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
Keep fucking hoes
Loading up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying,
we goin' get greedy too, nigga
I ain't never gettin' full,
I'm full blooded with this grind
Verse 2
Em
G
I got it, I got it
Em
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
Am
Gm
If the elements don't murder
G
you the riders will for real
Em
And niggas know I goes
hard to the fullest
Am
G
Get involved and I got' em' playing
Em
dodge ball with bullets, Yeah
I got the sawed off fully,
Am
G
in the Sean John hoody
Bm
Em
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't
Am
G
looking and them body shots hurt
Em
But the head shots took him
Damn
Am
And if the red dot spot him then
G
the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom,
Bm
Em
jack, yeah
You see me grind from the bottom
Am
G
Em
just to make it to the bottom
G
Em
At the very bottom of the map
Am
Louisiana piranhas everywhere you at
Em
You gotta wear a extra
G
Em
condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for
acting like a man
Am
Em
Them niggas in Pakistan ain't
packin' like ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
Am
Em
In front of niggas he cool
G
Em
with the boys on fam
I'm on, I adjust in different climates
Am
G
Ducking the animal keep on
Em
running with my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like
Am
G
in 5 states
Bm
Weezy hustle, no blubber, I put on weight
Em
And in a drought I go on a
Am
diet and stretch more
G
Loose all that weight,
Em
leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a
Am
G
nigga chest paw, sub par
What the fuck they play it
Bm
Em
in the club for?
Real shit I'm ducking
Am
bombs from a drug war
G
No religion but the cops swear
that I'm a drug lord
Em
Father forgive 'em for they no
Am
not who they pushing, Lord
G
Father forgive me if I have
Bm
to send them to ya, Lord
Em
I'm just trying to dodge the
Am
shots they send to the god
G
Em
They riding up highway to
heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggas pussy and jive
Am
G
Not even in an eye exam,
Em
G
they ain't looking for "I"
Em
The A and the K will make ya
face crook to the side
Am
Em
Now when you smiling everybody
G
gotta look from the side
Em
'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking,
you just looking high
Am
G
Em
And when we hungry you look like pie
G
Bm
Em
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue,
Am
G
apple custard, cherry jelly
Em
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Am
G
Real shit nigga same father
Bm
different mother, yep
Em
I skip the fronting and
Am
sticks to keeping it trill
G
Em
You not know me for nothing other I'm something other than people you feel,
I'm deeper for real
G
I'm deeper than skills,
my speeches can kill
Em
Rest in peace
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Verse 3
Em
Yeah, you under- dig, shorty
its all about one thing nigga
If you 'bout money nigga come fuck with us,
If you ain't bout money get the
fuck from 'round us nigga
And whatever you 'bout,
we 'bout it
However you wanna get
it we can give it to ya
G
Em
Or der bitch, ya under- dig
Put ya prints in nigga
Am
Em
G
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the
Em
concrete and let's roll
Verse 4
G
Em
Hey, hey
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
Am
G
I bust ya head until the meat
turns ya mind to food
Bm
Em
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
Am
G
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
Em
I tie his body in sheets,
put the tires to him
Am
G
Make him feel the Escalade,
Bm
Em
put his feet in the blades, damn!
Am
G
I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep
They ways when I'm in the
streets with Blake
Em
Watch, my nigga hungry,
he'll eat the plate
Am
G
And if I ask,
Em
G
Em
the homeboy will eat'chaface, yea
And though he got me,
Am
Em
you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
My side pocket sideways
Am
Em
When I pop it leave a nigga sideways
For five days
G
Em
Birdman talk to 'em
Verse 5
Em
Yeah nigga, I tell 'em,
I tell em' again, shorty
Am
G
If it ain't about no money get the
Em
G
Bm
motherfuck from 'round us, nigga
Em
Hey, hey
Verse 6
Em
Am
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
G
You play hard in the
Bm
gravel like ground dog
Em
I'm underground call me groundhog
Am
G
Em
Lay down logs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law,
nah but just confuse me with my paw
Am
Gm
G
Because I am the Birdman J- R
Bm
Em
I ain't tripping nigga,
Am
I play the corner like Ripkin, nigga
G
Bm
With the 40 cal Ripkin, nigga, rip a nigga
Em
Am
Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
G
Wack ya baby momma
Bm
but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still,
G
Em
'cause the lil' nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then
Am
come on and get killed
G
The Sig peel bandannas
Em
like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow
a weekend in Havana
Am
G
In my cabana
Em
With my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
Am
Em
G
I man up and you not a man
Bm
I stand up, say I got my land
Em
I'm the man of my land
Am
Em
Call it Lil- Weezy- ana
That's the new plan
Verse 7
Em
Yeah nigga, you 'bout some
money get at me nigga
That's the only way
Dumb shit, we 'bout that,
get at me, yeah under- dig?
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga
BM J.R.
Lil Wayne
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