Lyrics:
F-i-d-d-l-i-n spells fiddlin'
Oh (oh), G-A-M-B-L-I-N spells gamblin'
D-r-i-n-k-i-n spells drinkin'
I'll tell you something you might not know
You can't go
don't forget it
And I'm Weezy F Baby you might find it on a titty
Would you
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like
plans no.
It's something I don't understand oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
Oh what is this thing that is happening to me.
And as I'm
LBC D-E-F-G
I'm H-I off J's bellin in a T-shirt and blue jeans
well few dreams ever come true
well some do, so nigga say (I'm from the beach too)
D
And the mailman bring the letters by just like he did before
D D7 G
They seem so busy all day
G D/F#
Raio de luz vindo do sol
Qual farol a cintilar
Am Am/G
Resplandeceu
D D/C G G/B
Mostrou o
and standing for something, f- an acronym
Cut the f- act like you're happy, I'm back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't
'Ey, how much for "head"?
Hahahahahah! Ow ahahh!
Ow! Until next time!
40 ounce dreams and watermelon wishes!
I'm robin lench, peace!
5000 g!
out of me
And they call her Sally, Sally G
Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
You're my Sally, Sally G
You took the part that was
Gutfest, G-f-G-f crazy guts.
Yo shmoove, peep this: Posdnuous check it out, check it out
Gutfest '89 G-f-G-f-G-f-G-f crazy guts
It's just Gutfest '89
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Let's get together & make whoopee
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
Cupid shootin' arrows 3 by 3
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Forget about the do-re & think about me
C D G C D G
I can see red when I’m angry My heart can feel sad and oh so blue
C D G C
tree
Now
Sent by G.O.D
To save the word you and me
You never know who you facin'
Who ya chasin'
The life you wastin'
[Verse 2]
I was made by
g see bm see g see d d
If you want to get it on this way you'd better get a clear head hey, hey
In days gone by it was a diseased rye,
They burned
F/ Swoop G You remind me of somebody Chorus: I used to know, I used to know Snoop ***talkin w/ chorus*** Ya'll ain't even gonna believe this shit man
the fireman (yeah), fire, f-fireman (yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma
weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about
on BET, yeah, we the best, yeah
We the best, on G-O-D, yeah, Weezy F
Yeah, it's Weezy F, G.O.A.T. like Kobe B
Rest in power, let's hope for peace
Black
life is - My life is like a cartoon y'all
More crazier than shh you ever saw
I fume to the left and fume to the right and
Then I'm g-g-g-g-gone
Meet me,
G-G-G-G-G-G can ya bounce with me, bounce with me?
Uh, yeah
It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my bush wet
D/F# G7/4 G7
A minh’alma se alegra no meu Deus.
C G/B Am7 Am/G
A minh’alma se alegra no meu Deus.
single time (time)
These boys stop and stare (stare)
I'd be a billionaire
'Cause I'm too sexy in this club
Too sexy in this club
So sexy it hurts
Intro - D/F# G D/F# G D/F# G
G9 D9/F#
O
and the jewellry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly a** b**** wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
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