Big Juice WRLD

SoloSage

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0:00 3:43
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 4/4
Tonalità: Am
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Testo

[Intro]
Em
F Dm Em     F Dm Em7 F Dm
       Bitch
Em7                       F           Dm
   This life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
Em7     F       Dm
I  done, I done made it
Em7                        F    Dm
   I done made it, made it, yeah
Em7 F         Dm                       Em7
     Sick and tired of these hatin' ass   niggas,
though
F            Dm                   Em7
 Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds
F    Dm Em7
Shit,      fuck, nigga
F    Dm
 Yeah

[Chorus]
Em7
I'm on my focus out here,
               F    Dm
I just had a relapse
Em7
Even then I'm always up,
                      F   Dm
feelin' like I am the best
       Em7                                           F   Dm
I just made it World Peace for myself like I'm Ron Artest
  Em7                                      F
I never been a referee but I still got the TEC,
    Dm
Killtec
Em7
Shoot you in your stomach,
                       F     Dm
make this shit hard to digest
Em7
Rockstar,
                              F       Dm
listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projects
Em7                              F
I'ma turn a nigga block to a art project
  Dm          Em7
Picasso, I'll paint that
                      F
Where the fuck is the bank at?
Dm                Em7
Army sergeant, no rank yeah

[Verse 1]
 F
Okay
             Dm              Em7
If you ain't payin' a hunnid thousand,
                         F
get them features out my face
      Dm             Em7                          F
fifty K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
           Dm
I got that pump,
        Em7                                 F
it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
            Dm
I ain't Lil Pump,
          Em7                            F
but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
             Dm
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain,
Em7                             F
like the name of them old Gucci tapes
          Dm                  Em7
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
Hit a lil bitch like brrr
F           Dm
 Why she so insecure?
Em7                          F
   Who got the pills in here?
           Dm           Em7
How do you live in here?
I got my crib here
F            Dm
 Havin' some kids here
Em7
   I do it big, yeah
F     Dm
 Big, big, yeah
Em7
   I do it big, yeah
F     Dm       Em7
 Big, big, yeah
                      F
She saw me in the club
            Dm          Em7
How did you get in here?
                       F
Fuck is you doin' here?
          Dm            Em7
Why'd you shoot in here?
Doin' it big, yeah
F     Dm       Em7
 Big, big, yeah
                  F
Doin' it big, yeah
     Dm       Em7
Big, big, yeah
   F                 Dm
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, oh wait,
   Em7
oh wait

[Verse 2]
       F
You on bullshit,
      Dm             Em7
I hit you with that olé
          F
Two in my shoulder
        Dm               Em7
I gotta prove myself, no lames
            F                            Dm
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back,
               Em7
I'ma still get laid
F                        Dm
Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me,
        Em7
she get slayed Smash, smash, smash
F                     Dm         Em7
I took a piss on your dead homie grave
   F        Dm
Chicago shit
   Em7
Chicago niggas
               F            Dm
Fuckin' on the Philadelphia bitches
Em7
Yeah, I'm superrich
            F
I could pay your rent
Dm
All we gunnas sick
Em7
Chopper with the tens
             F
Pull up with the tints
Dm                   Em7
Just business to me, never gave a fuck
          F
Never gave a shit
Dm
Only gettin' rich
Em7                    F
If I live, forgive and forget
     Dm
Man, I don't forget shit

[Bridge]
B          Dbm7
 You don't know where to stand
B          Dbm7       B     Dbm7
 You got a better day coming
Gb             E
  A better day coming
Man, I don't forget shit

[Interlude]
            | Em7 - | F Dm |

[Chorus]
Em7
I'm on my focus out here,
               F    Dm
I just had a relapse
Em7
Even then I'm always up,
                      F   Dm
feelin' like I am the best
       Em7                                           F   Dm
I just made it World Peace for myself like I'm Ron Artest
  Em7                                      F
I never been a referee but I still got the TEC,
    Dm
Killtec
Em7
Shoot you in your stomach,
                       F     Dm
make this shit hard to digest
Em7
Rockstar,
                              F       Dm
listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projects
Em7                              F
I'ma turn a nigga block to a art project
  Dm          Em7
Picasso, I'll paint that
                      F
Where the fuck is the bank at?

[Outro]
Dm                Em7      F Dm Em7 F Dm Em7 F Dm Em7 F Dm Em7 F Dm
Army sergeant, no rank yeah

[Fade-Out]
               | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - |

Battute

[Intro]
| Em  - | F Dm | Em  - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |

Bitch
This life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I  done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
Sick and tired of these hatin' ass   niggas,
though
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds
Shit,      fuck, nigga
Yeah

[Chorus]
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - |

I'm on my focus out here,
I just had a relapse
Even then I'm always up,
feelin' like I am the best
I just made it World Peace for myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got the TEC,
Killtec
Shoot you in your stomach,
make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar,
listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projects
I'ma turn a nigga block to a art project
Picasso, I'll paint that
Where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank yeah

[Verse 1]
        | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - |

Okay
If you ain't payin' a hunnid thousand,
get them features out my face
fifty K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump,
it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
I ain't Lil Pump,
but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain,
like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
Hit a lil bitch like brrr
Why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here?
How do you live in here?
I got my crib here
Havin' some kids here
I do it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
I do it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
She saw me in the club
How did you get in here?
Fuck is you doin' here?
Why'd you shoot in here?
Doin' it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
Doin' it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, oh wait,
oh wait

[Verse 2]
        | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm |

You on bullshit,
I hit you with that olé
Two in my shoulder
I gotta prove myself, no lames
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back,
I'ma still get laid
Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me,
she get slayed Smash, smash, smash
I took a piss on your dead homie grave
Chicago shit
Chicago niggas
Fuckin' on the Philadelphia bitches
Yeah, I'm superrich
I could pay your rent
All we gunnas sick
Chopper with the tens
Pull up with the tints
Just business to me, never gave a fuck
Never gave a shit
Only gettin' rich
If I live, forgive and forget
Man, I don't forget shit

[Bridge]
            | B | Dbm7 |
| B  | Dbm7 | B | Dbm7 |
| Gb | E    |

You don't know where to stand
You got a better day coming
A better day coming
Man, I don't forget shit

[Interlude]
            | Em7 - | F Dm |

[Chorus]
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F

I'm on my focus out here,
I just had a relapse
Even then I'm always up,
feelin' like I am the best
I just made it World Peace for myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got the TEC,
Killtec
Shoot you in your stomach,
make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar,
listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projects
I'ma turn a nigga block to a art project
Picasso, I'll paint that
Where the fuck is the bank at?

[Outro]
                           Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm |

Army sergeant, no rank yeah

[Fade-Out]
               | Em7 - | F Dm |
| Em7 - | F Dm | Em7 - |

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