Lil Wayne – Mula Gang (Guitar)
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[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Em Man, starting five when it's game time Em Talking drugs on my main line Em That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you Em Em Ain't have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at Em I can vision this shit, had a dream Em Call me Jay Luther King G Am Now I woke up and I'm living this shit Em Time change, people change too Em Never let the people change you Em Pack made a safe, we straight G Am Pull off in a cocaine coupe Em Got two snow bunnies with me Em One Becky one named Sue Em Sue don't really do what Becky do G Am Becky sexual with the crew (gang) Em 2000 at HollyGrove Em That's the year of the Mula G Am I put that on Mula Em Em Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe G Am I need a bitch from Aruba Em She say my dick like a ruler G Am She lemme fuck her medula Em Then I pass that hoe to Euro Em When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I'm gone
[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Em F#m G Am Wait, I think I'm made for this shit Em G Am I got the way with this shit Em G Am Grind everyday for this shit Em Every night bad hoes Em Shop open no closed Em Make money, stack mo G Am I guess this what they ask fo' Em Am Wait, yeah Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Yeah, yeah Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Mula Gang
[Verse 2: Euro]
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Em I'ma do 'em like Big Meech Em This strip club's in '03 Em Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT Em Keith Moore with a low fade Em Fiends still in the Stone Age Em Goons in the crowd strapped ho Em They don't clap while I'm on stage! Em Side talk, I'm immune to G Am Been the new kid in the new school Em I ain't too fond of the new school G Am I'm an old soul in a young man Em Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through G Am Two cokes still a hot boy Em But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to Em G Am We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines Em G Am I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time Em G Am We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs Em G Am Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up Em G Am I think I'm made for this shit
[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Em F#m G Am Wait, I think I'm made for this shit Em G Am I got the way with this shit Em G Am Grind everyday for this shit Em Every night bad hoes Em Shop open no closed Em Make money, stack mo G Am I guess this what they ask fo' Em Am Wait, yeah Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Yeah, yeah Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Mula Gang
[Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
Em I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell Em I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to play they all fell Em Am I got fish scale, I got four scales Em G Am I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope deals Em Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears Em I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah Em I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie Em G Am Bitches call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied Em G Am Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified Em G Am Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive Em G Am Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide Em G Am All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Em L-A-T Em Moms just hard on me with grades Em Had to turn them B's to A's Em Now im turning words to paper Em Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs Em I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise Em Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread Em I ain't burn the bread Em Em Man the Golden State turning more than heads Em Take it in my hand, turn it into bread Em Em Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds Em Em Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds Em Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears Em Don't try to son me Reg Em I'll knock ya off the ledge Em I'll pop off on sketch Em Praying like pledge, bullets gon' spread Em Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass Em Handguns in the console G Am I'm a shark in the fishbowl Em Running plays on my rich hoes G Am Sunny days in the North Pole Em I'm a play, play my part hoe G Am Turn a rock to the charcoal Em Heart thrives but my heart closed G Am Short ride on a long road Em Long days and them long nights G Am Big dogs and we all bite Em Big words just all hype G Am Small talk, large price Em Alright, not nice G Am Heart cold, hot ice Em G Am She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic Em G Am Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth Em From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas G Am Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 'em out Em Niggas run in your house waiting on my count G Am Bitches in they house waiting on my call Em Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang G Am Yes Lord
I think I'm made for this shit
[Hook: Jay Jones]
[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Em F#m G Am Wait, I think I'm made for this shit Em G Am I got the way with this shit Em G Am Grind everyday for this shit Em Every night bad hoes Em Shop open no closed Em Make money, stack mo G Am I guess this what they ask fo' Em Am Wait, yeah Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Yeah, yeah Em Am Mula Gang Em Am Mula Gang