[Intro]Abm Bb Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayyEbm Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayyAbm Bb That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayyEbm Throw it back, ayy [Pré-Refrão]Abm Bb And this one is for the championsEbm I ain't lost since I began, yeahAbm Funny how you said it was the end, yeahBb Ebm Then I went did it again, yeah [Refrão]Abm Bb I told you long ago on the roadEbm I got what they waiting forAbm I don't run from nothing, dogBb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' lowAbm Bb You was never really rooting for me anywayEbm When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you sayAbm He don't run from nothin', dogBb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over [Primeira Parte]Abm Uh, need to, uh need to get this album doneBb Need a couple number onеsEbm Need a plaque on every song Need mе like one with Nicki nowAbm Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, hahBb I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hahEbm I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hahAbm But these niggas bitches like Madea, (yeah, yeah, yeah,) ayyBb Oh, let's do itEbm I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shitAbm Bb I blew up, now everybody tryna sue meEbm You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah [Pré-Refrão]Abm Bb And this one is for the championsEbm I ain't lost since I began, yeahAbm Funny how you said it was the end, yeahBb Ebm Then I went did it again, yeah [Refrão]Abm Bb I told you long ago on the roadEbm I got what they waiting forAbm I don't run from nothing, dogBb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' lowAbm Bb You was never really rooting for me anyway (ooh, ooh)Ebm When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (ooh, ooh)Abm He don't run from nothin', dogBb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (yeah) [Segunda Parte]Abm Bb Ebm My track record so clean, they couldn't wait to just bash meAbm I must be gettin' too flashy, y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (Woo)Bb Ebm It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty (Mmm)Abm I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheekBb Ebm City talkin', we takin' notes Tell 'em all to keep makin' postsAbm Wish he could, but he can't get closeBb Ebm OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toastsAbm I'm the type that you can't control, said I would, then I made it soBb Ebm I don't clear up rumors (Ayy), where's y'all sense of humor? (Ayy)Abm I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomersBb Ebm Turned my haters to consumers, I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors)Abm Say your time is comin' soon, but just like Oklahoma (Mmm)Bb Ebm Mine is comin' sooner (Mmm), I'm just a late bloomer (Mmm)Abm I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter (Woo)Bb All these social networks and computersEbm Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers [Refrão]Abm Bb I told you long ago on the roadEbm I got what they waiting forAbm I don't run from nothing, dogBb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' lowAbm Bb You was never really rooting for me anywayEbm When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you sayAbm He don't run from nothin', dogBb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
Industry Baby (feat. Jack Harlow)
Lil Nas X
- Abm4
- Bb
- Ebm
Tom:
Composição: Kanye West, Rcubed, Cosby Hugh, Den Z, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Jack Harlow, Paper Son, Rosario Peter Iv Lenzo e Lil Nas X
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