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This song is from the album “The Carter V”.
I just realized that I am not a big fan of Lil Wayne. I used to listen to his song “Lolipop” and other hit songs, so I thought he was nice to listen to. But after listening to this song, I think that opinion needs to be changed. This song sounds so bad to me, maybe this type of songs are not my genre, but this sounds terrible. What do you guys think of this song?
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Scale: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 130 INTRO Gm Eb x4 [Verse 1] Gm Tell me somethin' I don't know Gm I'm flexin' on 'em like torsos Gm These niggas slippin' like bar soap Gm These niggas listenin', use Morse code Gm Boy a nigga sippin' like hoarse throat Gm (Clears throat) Excuse me Gm These niggas talkin' that beef shit Gm We'll check into it like the room cheap Gm Eb And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth Gm Eb They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork Gm Eb Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court Gm Eb Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord Gm My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks Eb Gm Ridin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in Gm Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that whole shit Eb Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with Gm Kill everybody you close with, Just don’t stick your nose in Gm My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin Gm The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in Gm If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him Gm Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder Gm And my eyesight a lil' blurry but it stand on my corner Gm And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over Gm Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed Gm Or get that bitch made over Gm Tunechi [Hook] Gm Eb Gm You so cray, Tunechi Gm You so cray, bitch Gm I know, I know, I know, I know Gm I know, I know, I know, I know Gm I know, I know, I know, I know Gm They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi Gm You so cray, bitch [Verse 2] Gm Tell me something I don’t know, I’ll tell you something I do know Gm Like money guns bitches drugs, niggas call me mucho Gm Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in [?] Gm We’ll find out your business hours and pop up like [?] Gm Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don’t get too close Gm To that new nigga with my old hoes--kudos Gm For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno Gm Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno Gm I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points Gm A.K to your face, not half off like coupons Gm Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys Gm Tell the cops we don’t name drop that's like dropping newborns Gm Nigga you crazy [Interlude] Gm You so crazy, Tunechi Gm These hoes made Gm Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know [Verse 3] Gm Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven’t seen Gm And tell me what Martin seen, on the same night he had a dream Gm And take me to where I’ve never been, but not to where I’ll never be Gm And I ain’t never scared but I’m scared of me, me versus me I need a referee Gm Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy Gm Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned Gm To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine Gm These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine [Hook] Gm Eb Gm You so cray, Tunechi Gm You so cray, bitch Gm I know, I know, I know, I know Gm I know, I know, I know, I know Gm I know, I know, I know, I know Gm They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi Gm You so cray, bitch [Verse 4] Gm Tell me something I don’t know, like what happened to hard coke Gm You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo Gm I’m music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note Gm My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes Gm You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a height advantage Gm She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage Gm I'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots Gm I just like a challenge, psychopathic I’m psychopathic Gm Nigga give me credit on my balance Gm Tunechi Gm (And I bump my head when I stand up)