Bad Boy's Been Around the World [Remix]: acordes por 
Puff Daddy & The FamilyCarl Thomas And Mase 
N/A
Tom: G# minor•
Verse 1
C#
G#m
D#
G#m
Yo, yo, this Mase,
you know what I'm saying?
You got niggas that don't like me
for whatever reason.
C#
You got niggas that don't
B
G#m
wanna see me rich.
E
You got niggas that's mad
cause I'm always with they bitch.
G#m
Then you got niggas
that just don't like me.
D#
G#m
You know, those PhD niggas.
But you know I pop a lot of shit
D#
but I back it up though,
G#m
see there's a difference.
A lot of niggas pop shit,
C#
and a lot of niggas donate hits
B
G#m
But it's like this whole
we come to bring it to y 'all niggas
G#m
Me, B .I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rod
If we wanna dance, we dance
Now trick what, lace who?
D#
That ain't what mates do
G#m
Got a lot of girls that'll
love to replace you
Pay it to your face, boo,
not behind your back
C#
G#m
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
Puff a dime sack, write hot shit
G#m
Make a nigga say rewind that,
niggas know
D#
We go against the Harlem gigolo
G#m
Get your hoe, liquor low,
make the bitch think you're dope
I represent hunnids with money,
E
G#m
fly guys and gents
Ride with the tents, that be 35 %
Hoes hope I lay, so I look both ways
E
G#m
Cops say it's okay,
E
my tent smoke gray, no ways
C#m
E
Niggas leave without hand ing me my shit
Got plans to get my land and my six
don't understand this shit
D#
G#m
Pop champagne like I won
the championship
We been playin' around the world
G#m
And we been playin' hentai,
I don't know what, I don't know why
C#
G#m
Why they want us faded,
E
I don't know why they hate us
G#m
This is how late it is,
on Trap we say it is
Baby baby I was a one bed roomer,
E
D#
dreamin' of a million
G#m
Now I'm in beach houses,
cream to the ceiling
I was a gentleman, livin' in tenements
E
G#m
Now I'm swimmin' in all the women
MB10s
E
Went from bad boys to the
crushed linemen
Now my dividends be the new
G#m
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mate, you got some hoes,
well nigga, send them in
What you waiting for?
E#
D#
Let the flea show begin
G#m
How they came in the truck?
Nah, punk, that's a bitch
Mercedes, come here, baby
C#m
You don't like it where it's hot and hazy
B
G#m
Never shady, must be crazy
put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there, girlfriend,
And I be switching Bs
D#
with a wrist full of Gs
I'm the macaroni with the cheese
D#
Playing around the world and I,
G#m
I, I, we do play a hatefact
I don't know when, I don't know why,
C#
G#m
why they want us faded
E
I don't know why they hate us,
D#
G#m
is it our ladies?
E
D#
G#m
Or a drop of fade in?
Did it ain't fair
Now I'm fuck through the world,
even though I'm young
I'm making my bed to
see that all ladies come
Get em all strong from
C#m
the tip of my tongue
Lick em places,
G#m
niggas wouldn't dare put they face in
E
Before I die, I hope I win, they can float by
G#m
In the brand new Trez on the old child
Never my throat dry,
E
G#m
even when the smoke fly
Eat the mommy cho -chai
and drive a low -fly
E
D#
We never ride far, pack five in the car
G#m
Save money for the drinks,
I'm about to buy the bar
And everywhere I drive, I'm a star
C#m
E
Little kids all on the corner
G#m
scream, that's my car
E
It was days, couldn't be fly
Now I'm in a T .I.,
come in clubs with B .I.
Now a nigga V .I.
G#m
E
Rock tons of gold, enough money I fold
G#m
Roll away, you on the road,
break a hundred at the toll
We been around the world
D#
G#m
and I, I, I, we been player hated
I don't know when, I don't know why,
C#
G#m
why they want us faded
why they hate us
D#
G#m
Is it our ladies, is it our ladies,
D#
G#m
Yeah, baby
We been around the world
D#
G#m
and I, I, I, we been player hated
I don't know why, don't know why,
C#
B
G#m
why they want us faded
E
I don't know why they hate us,
listen up ladies
G#m
Don't look at my trophy,
D#
G#m
say you didn't get yours
Okay, after these messages
we'll be back with the mad
rapper
the mad producer.
G#m
After this. Okay, just sit back , relax,
enjoy yourself,
we'll get you through this,
take a sip of water,
deep breath,
F#
that'll do it. Welcome back,
as you can see,
G#m
I'm Trevon Jones and I'm sitting here,
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper
and he's still pretty mad,
G#m
someone else with him
and quite frankly,
You got that right.
Mr. Producer, why are you so mad?
Yo, I'm going to keep it real simple
for you, you
Tell them niggas why you mad, son.
G#m
Tell them niggas why you mad, son.
Tell them why you mad, son.
I've been here for the culture,
you know what I'm saying?
G#m
I don't be recognizing all that Loop Jack shit,
you know what
We play that shit,
you know what saying?
G#m
We don't play that shit.
And then come the fight, you know what
My brother hit me too.
The nigga trying to rap,
Oh, that's the shit that got me mad.
That's the shit that got me mad.
E
This is a family oriented show.
Gentlemen,
please disregard the foul language.
I'm to ask you to refrain
from the foul
Please Mr. Rapper,
please refrain from the
foul language more time.
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