Lucky You Guitar Chords Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas

Lucky You Guitar Chords Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas

 

[STARTING PART] (Bbm), (F#maj), (Fmin)
Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I done did a lot of ((Bbm))things in my day, I admit it
I don’t take back what I ((F#maj))say, if I said it then I ((Fmin))meant it
All my life I want a ((Bbm))Grammy but I’ll prolly never get it
I ain’t never had no ((F#maj))trophy or no motherfuckin’ ((Fmin))ribbon
Fuck the system, I’m that ((Bbm))nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
I’m about to risk it ((F#maj))all, I ain’t got too much to ((Fmin))lose
((Fmin))Y’all been eatin’ long ((Bbm))enough, it’s my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my ((F#maj))drink? This my day, lucky ((Fmin))you
((Fmin))Fuck you too, woo!

((Bbm))Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move
((F#maj))Give me some room, give me some ((Fmin))room, give me the juice
((Bbm))Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
((F#maj))Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta ((Fmin))move, give me the juice

((Bbm))Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
((Bbm))Turn my back on you, all of you finished
((F#maj))Back to these bullets, it’s back to the job
Pull my ((Fmin))MAC out and all of you runnin’
((Bbm))Back on my hood shit, it’s back to the pushin’
((Bbm))These packs and I’m actually pumpin’
Can’t fuck with you ((F#maj))rappers, you practically suckin’
You mighta went ((Fmin))platinum, but that don’t mean nothin’
I’m actually ((Bbm))buzzin’ this time
((Bbm))Straight out the kitchen, I told ’em the oven is mine
I do not ((F#maj))fuck with you guys
If I don’t kill you, just ((Fmin))know you gon’ suffer this time
I ain’t no ((Bbm))gangster but I got some bangers
((Bbm))Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Choppers and((F#maj)) jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
My twelve days of((Fmin)) Christmas was nothin’ but lies
((Bbm))I run at you hard like a sumo (sumo)
((Bbm))They say I talk like a chulo (chulo)
((F#maj))I live in Mars, I’m not Bruno (woo)
((Fmin))Bitch I’m a dog, call me Cujo (rah)
((Bbm))You play your cards, I reverse on you all
((Bbm))And I might just drop 4 like a Uno (bup)
((F#maj))Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little ((Fmin))puto, and all of you culo

((Bbm))They’ve invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
((Bbm))Lookin’ for somethin’ I prolly can never find now
Shit get ((F#maj))relevant until the beef die down
In truth a ((Fmin))nigga just really want me tied down
I’ve been ((Bbm))alone and I never needed nobody
((Bbm))Just only me and my shawty, I’ll tell these niggas to lie down
Keep all the ((F#maj))money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to ((Fmin))God that my son’ll be alright now
I said ((Bbm))ain’t no love for the other side
((Bbm))Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
((F#maj))When I die I’m goin’ out as the underdog ((Fmin))who never lost hope
You in the ((Bbm))wrong cab down the wrong path
((Bbm))Nigga, wrong way, wrong road
Snakes((F#maj)) in the grass tryna slither fast
I just((Fmin)) bought a fuckin’ lawn mower

I done said a ((Bbm))lotta things in my day, I admit it
This is payback in a ((F#maj))way, I regret it that I ((Fmin))did it
I done won a couple ((F#maj))Grammys but I sold my soul to get ’em
Wasn’t in it for the ((Fmin))trophies, just the fuckin’ recognition
((Fmin))Fuck’s the difference?
I’m that (F)cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
(F)Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
(F)I been eatin’ long enough, man my stomach should be full
(F)I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me
(F)Fuck you think? (woo!)

3 years ago

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