Hustler Musik: acordes por
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne

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Verse 1
Em
Em
Hit me
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D
Bm
Bm
Pshh, right in the sternum this time,
T-Baby
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C
G
G
Am
Am
Em
Em
Shit, Shit, you already know,
you already know, you already know
Damn
Bm
Bm
Shit, this that hustler music
Young Weezy got that motherfucking
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C
hustler music
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G
Am
Am
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B
Em
Em
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it,
y'all, damn
Verse 2
Em
Em
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in
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D
his head with this one
I'ma paint the city red with this one
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C
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G
I'm ahead with this one
Am
Am
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B
See, you're fucking with the boy
Em
Em
who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance,
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D
just that persistence with that commitment, if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
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C
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G
Am
Am
I know my vibe is tight and I
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B
deserve the throne
Em
Em
And if the kid ain't right,
then let me die in this song
See, I be riding, just riding alone
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D
With my daddy on my mind like,
"You gotta be kidding"
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C
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G
How the hell you ain't here to see
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Am
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B
your prince do his thing?
Em
Em
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear,
but no emotions from a king
Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me
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D
That's Weezy F. Baby,
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C
and please say the motherfucking
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G
Am
Am
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B
So I be who I be, that's me
Em
Em
That's Weezy F. Baby,
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B
and please say the motherfucking
Verse 3
Em
Em
Baby, you gotta know
that I'm just out here
Bm
Bm
Doing what I gotta do for me and you,
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C
and we eating
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G
Am
Am
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B
So, bitch, why the fuck
Em
Em
is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
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D
Bm
Bm
My fingers to the judge,
if the money don't move
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C
G
G
Am
Am
Then I won't budge, won't budge
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B
Em
Em
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Verse 4
Em
Em
Money is the motivation,
facing the avenue
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D
Back touching the wall,
got the weed, got the gun
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C
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G
Gotta run when I hear the bird
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Am
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B
Em
Em
call (brr), damn (brr)
Hop in that thing and murk off,
swerve off
You know me, they call me Birdman
Junior (ah-ah)
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D
Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga,
get you, you heard?)
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C
G
G
Am
Am
Phantom of the Opera, all black,
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B
guap tint, locked-in
Em
Em
I can let them shots out,
you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof, leave a nigga
with a bullet roof
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D
Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy,
they call him bullet tooth
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C
G
G
Am
Am
I'm like, "What it do?
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B
What it do?"
Em
Em
There's a full-court pressure,
pressure, I'm just going for the two
If I'm open for the three,
I'ma take it in a second
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D
Even if there's one second,
I'ma make it, it's nothing
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C
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G
I don't take it for granted,
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Am
I don't take it for nothing
Em
Em
I take it for what it's worth to the dirt,
Verse 5
motherfucker, yeah
Em
Em
Baby, you gotta know that
I'm just out here
Bm
Bm
Doing what I gotta do for me and you,
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C
and we eating
G
G
Am
Am
B
B
So, bitch, why the fuck
Em
Em
is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
D
D
Bm
Bm
My fingers to the judge,
if the money don't move
C
C
G
G
Am
Am
Then I won't budge, won't budge
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B
Em
Em
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Verse 6
Em
Em
I ain't never killed nobody, I promise
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D
And I promise if you try me,
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C
he gon' have to rewind this track
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G
Am
Am
And make me go back,
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B
Em
Em
that thing'll go rrat
That boy'll lay flat, so flat
That act is what I perform
amongst you haters
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D
Got Nina in my palm and
I'm masturbating
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C
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G
Am
Am
Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die,
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B
what you're saying?
Em
Em
Bathing Ape, Yves Saint,
Evisu what I stay in
Got me feeling like Scarface,
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D
light the Cohiba
Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater
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C
Bm
Bm
You You know I be out here
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Am
right in a four-seater
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B
Em
Em
Top Top floor of the Four Seasons
Four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look, I got some
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D
And only one know how to bag,
bitch, bundle up
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C
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B
Am
Am
See, it's a cold world,
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B
so homie, bundle up
Em
Em
We ain't on this grind for
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B
nothing, now get your hustle up
Verse 7
Em
Em
Baby, you gotta know
that I'm just out here
Bm
Bm
Doing what I gotta do for me and you,
C
C
and we're eating
G
G
Am
Am
B
B
So, bitch, why the fuck
Em
Em
is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky,
my feet on the ground
D
D
Bm
Bm
My fingers to the judge,
D
D
if the money don't move
C
C
G
G
Am
Am
Then I won't budge, won't budge
B
B
Em
Em
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Baby, you gotta know
that I'm just out here
Bm
Bm
Doing what I gotta do for me and you,
C
C
and we're eating
G
G
Am
Am
B
B
So, bitch, why the fuck
Em
Em
is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
D
D
Bm
Bm
My fingers to the judge,
D
D
if the money don't move
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C
G
G
Am
Am
Then I won't budge, won't budge
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B
Em
Em
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Verse 8
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D
Man, man, this be that hustler mu sic
Bm
Bm
Young Weezy got that motherfucking
Em
Em
hustler mu sic, y'all
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B
So ride to it, y'all,
Em
Em
and vibe to it, y'all
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B
I'm asking y'all, please, please
Young Weezy got that hustler music
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Bm
Young Weezy got that motherfucking
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hustler mu sic
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C
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B
Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all,
Em
Em
vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo
Verse 9
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D
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man
It's how we do it, how we did
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C
it, how we done it, ayy
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G
Am
Am
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B
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy
Em
Em
It's how we do it, how we
did it, how we done it
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting,
it's the way it go
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D
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting,
it's the way it is
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B
Better guard your kids, guard your face
Em
Em
Better guard your body,
we warned the place
We here
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga

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