Got It Right - Rod Wave, acordes de ukelele


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Publicado: 2022-12-02 12:46
Seleccion acordes: Remy Nelson


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Tonalidad
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D A Bm7 G


Intro:
    D                      A Bm7
    (Pipe that shit up TNT)
    G             D
    Yeah, uh, uh, oh, oh-oh
    A
    I, I just been cool and out the way, you know
    Bm7
    You know what Iʼm sayin’?
    G
    Out the way
                        D
    (Shaad got KʼRounds)
    A
    Oh, oh
                        Bm7
    Fifteen ways in here
                        G
    Fifteen ways in here
               D
    Ayy, yeah, ayy
                     A
    You know just in case you was wonderinʼ
             Bm7
    You know
                G
    Yeah, yeah, listen

                     D
I put the city on my back, like a motherfuckin’ quarterback
              A
Chasing after paper, I donʼt care ʼbout where the party at
             Bm7
In the Rolls dolo, gettinʼ loaded off a party pack
                  G
Heard my dawg was hatinʼ and I couldʼve caught a heart attack
 
              D
Say I did her wrong, but I still say she started it
                A
Had my childish ways, either way you where my heart is at
            Bm7
Came a long way, me and my sister totinʼ laundry bags
         G
Writtinʼ songs, foldin’ clothes at the laundromat
 
                           D
I used to wake up, walk to school, wonderin’ where my life was headed
                 A
I know my dreams coming ʼcause I’m willinʼ and Iʼm ready
                   Bm7
Breakinʼ in houses for the skrilla, I still regret it
                       G
Built this up from the ground, I promise I’ma protect it
 
                D
Lookinʼ over my shoulder every time I dot the door
                     A
Big olʼ pistol on my hip, a nigga play, he better know
                          Bm7
That if he play, he gotta go, Iʼll see you later, adios
                     G
All I wanted was the dough, it ainʼt no more kickinʼ doors,
 
                                D
I ainʼt gotta live like that no more, oh
                                          A
Them rappinʼ songs made me a millionaire, yeah
And buildinʼ homes gonʼ make me a billionaire
Bm7
Catch a case without a bond, letʼs see who really care
G
See who really care
 
                                  D
You know the city too little, you niggas too loud,
the feds on the way, they say
      A
A boy got hit with an indictment today, I pray
Bm7
Everybody make it back home safe,
        G
I pray, yeah
 
                         D
You know the rap game so pussy, they ainʼt wanna give me a chance
                   A
A nigga kicked the door down and forced ʼem to let me in
                Bm7
Another tour confirmed, I get to see all my fans (Yeah)
                   G
Every night on the mic, four hundred and fifty bands
 
      D
Well, damn (Damn)
          A
You donʼt understand
           Bm7
See itʼs a cold, cold world, growinʼ up so fast
     G
Iʼll tell you the story, you still donʼt know the half
 
D
Early mornings and late night flights (Yeah)
A
Choppas and handguns protectinʼ my life
Bm7
Just to be standinʼ, fell so many times (Yeah)
G
Finally figured it out,
 
               D
Finally got it right
A
Yeah, yeah-yeah,
               Bm7
Finally got it right
                  G
Just to figure it out, just to be a young nigga in this world
 
       D
And to figure it out
                               A
I mean Iʼm still learninʼ, Iʼm still
I still a lotta shit is fucked up
Bm7
But I maintaininʼ in this world, just to be livinʼ
G
You know bills paid, everything all good
 
D
You know growinʼ up in this shit, I had to find myself
A
See what was for me, you know?
             Bm7
And I got my fans,
                                      G
I no longer shit is blessinʼ me and I appreciate it
 
Finally got it right




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