Аккорды к песне ​Gucci Mane — Rumors (feat. Lil Durk)

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вся песня: D# D Gm  
 
[Intro] 
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) 
(DJ Meech, lil' bitch) 
 
[Verse 1: Lil Durk] 
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Them niggas get on y'all ass, y'all play with me like I ain't worse 
Gm 
Tryna gossip up the blogs like y'all ain't said my name first 
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He a junkie, he ain't shot his gun yet, he blame Percs 
Gm 
Shot a video and had a shootout in the same shirt 
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What you know about popping out and trying to hit they face first? 
Gm 
They like Smurk, "Your ass be tripping, better put your case first" 
D#                   D 
Choking who? I heard them rumors, niggas better play slow 
Gm 
I don't want no niggas who you catch, I want the one I paid for 
 
We on his ass, he in the A, you see how long they stay for 
Ain't no hotel room, we pop outside the Hyatt with dracos 
Hellcats, they get off any scene, the police chase those 
Trolling ass, we shot your homie, we ain't know he can take those 
If I say your name, don't post it, opps be on all kind of shit 
Ain't got time to watch your page to see if niggas died or shit 
I know bitches set you up, literally, niggas dying to hit 
In this industry, ain't what it seem, this shit be counterfeit 
Ain't no lacking, she say I'm a nigga from the trenches with a accent 
Why you asking me who shot your homie, why you asking? 
You got my number, you post shit on the 'Gram, you moving backwards 
You lucky I don't be doing shit for the 'Gram, you niggas cowards 
 
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Gucci Mane] 
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Better not believe no rumors, rest in peace to Koopa 
Gm 
I jumped on the school bus and I had brung a Ruger 
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Always drank an 8th of Act', I never drunk a cooler 
Gm 
They get your location, they might pop outside in Ubers 
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When his goofy ass jumped in the streets? His ass a hooper 
Gm 
I know this shit don't matter, I took a shower with a cougar 
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Bring him out retirement, he gon' kill you for that mula 
Gm 
Catch him in the morning, wake him up, that boy a rooster (Go) 
 
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 
He took it to trial, I tried to tell him it was stupid (I knew it) 
They gave him so much time, his knees got weak and he was woozy (Damn) 
Watch the shit you say, the feds be listening to the music (Woah) 
And they gon' take your lyrics and build a case and try to use it 
D.A. dropped my murder, didn't have evidence to prove it (Nah) 
I think my house is haunted, yeah, by who? The ghost of Pookie (Woah) 
He ain't killed nobody but keep rapping about the shootings (Pussy) 
Still ain't got revenge yet but keep making up excuses (Wow) 
Cuz done drank so much lean that his gut got big as Gucci's (Lean) 
Told him quit while he ahead and don't     Go out like Whitney Houston (Huh?) 
He got caught without it, now they robbing him for his rubies (Woah) 
He wouldn't give it up so he got buried in his Cuban (It's Gucci) 
 
[Chorus: Lil Durk] 
Better not believe no rumors, rest in peace to Koopa 
I jumped on the school bus, and I had brung a Ruger 
Always drank an 8th of Act', I never drunk a cooler 
They get your location, they might pop outside in Ubers 
When his goofy ass jumped in the streets? His ass a hooper 
I know this shit don't matter, I took a shower with a cougar 
Bring him out retirement, he gon' kill you for that mula 
Catch him in the morning, wake him up, that boy a rooster