Accordi e testo completo di "A Lot" di 21 Savage per chitarra. Tonalità: SIb. Accordi principali: DOm7, SIb7+, FA. Spartito con accordi sopra il testo, trasponibile su Strimpello.

Tonalità

SIb

Accordi

DOm7, SIb7+, FA

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Quali sono gli accordi di A Lot di 21 Savage?
Gli accordi usati in "A Lot" di 21 Savage sono: DOm7, SIb7+, FA. Tonalità: SIb.
In che tonalità è A Lot?
"A Lot" di 21 Savage è in tonalità SIb.
Dove trovo il testo e gli accordi di A Lot?
Testo e accordi completi di "A Lot" sono su Strimpello: https://strimpello.com/song/a-lot.
Chi canta A Lot?
"A Lot" è interpretata da 21 Savage.

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A Lot
21 Savage
Key: SIb
DOm7
I love you

Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah

            SIb7+
For so many reasons

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), 

yeah, yeah yeah yeah

DOm7
 Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, woah, woah, woah, yeah

FA 
How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (A lot)

DOm7
How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

FA
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

DOm7
How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

FA
How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave 

you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot)

      DOm7
Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick

I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich

        FA
Told my brothers take my breath 

if I turn to a snitch

But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch

DOm7
Break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

  SIb7+
I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down...

DOm7
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks

My heart so cold I could put it in my cup

FA
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us

Then you went and wrote a statement, 

and that really fucked me up

   DOm7
My brother lost his life 

and it turned me to a beast

My brother got life and it turned me to the streets

FA  
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G

But the other side was sunny, 

I get paid to rap on beats

DOm7
How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

FA
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

DOm7
How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

FA
How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

DOm7
Break it on down, I break it on down

I break it on down, I break it on down

        SIb7+       
Yeah, I just came from the A

I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half

DOm7
 Before I left, 

I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio

                                SIb7+
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, 

that's when I knew

You a stand-up nigga, I love seein' shit like that

Question

Dom7

How many faking they streams? (A lot)

Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)

I can see behind the smoke and mirrors

Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)

FA
I never say anything (Nah), 

everybody got they thing (True)

Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes 

DOm7
I'm on a money routine

I don't want smoke, I want cream

I don't want no more comparisons

This is a marathon and I’m aware

                  FA
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions

I never was one for the bragging and boasting

I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, 

but the people want everything else

         DOm7
Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album

You know what the outcome will be

I'm batting a thousand

It’s got to the point that these rappers 

don't even like rappin' with me

                  FA
Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me

And told me he saved me a spot 

on a new record he got

He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot

           DOm7
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot

I picture him inside a cell on a cot

’Flectin' on how he made it to the top

Wondering if it was worth it or not

              FA
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot

Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga

Though I never met you, I know that you special

And that the Lord blessed you, 

don't doubt it, my nigga

              DOm7
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga

I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it

I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship

When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out, 

        FA
I got a plan

They say that success is the greatest revenge, 

tell all your friends

Cole on a mission, 

cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it

Before it all ends, nigga

DOm7
How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

FA
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

DOm7
How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

FA
How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

DOm7
Break it on down, I break it on down

I break it on down, I break it on down

  SIb7+
I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

  DOm7
I break it on down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

  SIb7+
I break it down, I break it down

                                    DOm7
I break it down, I break it down, I br-...

SIb7+

A Lot

21 Savage · Key SIb

I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do),
yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave
you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot)
Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath
if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down...
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement,
and that really fucked me up
My brother lost his life
and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny,
I get paid to rap on beats
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half
Before I left,
I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio,
that's when I knew
You a stand-up nigga, I love seein' shit like that
Question
Dom7
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah),
everybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself,
but the people want everything else
Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It’s got to the point that these rappers
don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot
on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
’Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you,
don't doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out,
I got a plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge,
tell all your friends
Cole on a mission,
cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all ends, nigga
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br-...

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