Kunci: D# minor•
Verse 1
Real G's with me on this
one
Verse 2
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ebm
Wifey home, wedding band I'm
a lucky man (man)
You'd think I'd be satisfied and
truthfully yes I am (am)
Cb
But lately, only late at night
I find it hard to sleep
Stay struggling with the part of me
that wants to run the streets
Ebm
My Mac is in my backpack, I'm surfing
on the sites
I'm chatting, this ain't cheating,
just telling myself a lie (oh)
Cb
And it's almost like I'm caught
up and living another life
Man, I'm hungry for something,
I need to feed this appetite
Verse 3
Ebm
Tempted I must confess,
but I better not make a mess
Better give my girl my best,
put my B.S under arrest
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
Ebm
Coulda picked up the phone,
could of ended up doing wrong
Man, I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
Db
appetite for the ladies
Verse 4
Ebm
I'm not tryna be late,
rush through security gates
With weather in Atlanta,
all out goin' flights delayed (oh)
Cb
No rooms left in the Mandarin,
I gotta figure out a play (play)
Sparked up some conversation,
she was going the same way (way)
Ebm
We started talking business,
she handed me a card (card)
We exchanged information,
I rented me a car (car)
Cb
While I'm driving, she calling,
I'm thinking this is how it starts
Fine as hell but I don't wanna
Ebm
break my baby's heart, no no
Verse 5
Ebm
ted I must confess,
but I better not make a mess (ayy)
Better give my girl my best,
put my BS under arrest (hey, 'cause)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
Db
Ebm
Coulda picked up the phone (hey), could
of ended up doing wrong (oh, oh- I)
Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
Cb
'cause I love my lady (I love)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
Verse 6
R- A- Y- M- O- N- D
And I just wanna do right by my lady
Cb
But lately I been slippin' up,
fantasies 'bout dimes on the side
Dark tint on my ride,
I gotta 10 in ride, I can hide
I can't lie (lie), but ever since I
Ebm
put that band on my hand
More chicks tryna get at me
Then I know what to do
Just tryna handle my grown man B.I
Got a girl, I don't wanna lose,
Break her heart, I don't wanna do,
I don't wanna be that fool
Make that move
Bend 'em a bit,
but never break the rules
Bend a bit but never break
Verse 7
the rules (ooh- ooh)
Ebm
Tempted I must confess ('fess), but I better
not make a mess (make a mess)
Better give my girl my best,
put my B.S under arrest
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
Db
appetite for the ladies (hey, hey)
Ebm
Coulda picked up the phone,
could of ended up doing wrong (oh, oh- oh)
Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
Cb
'cause I love my lady (my lady, yeah yeah)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
Db
Abm
Cb
Ebm
appetite for the (ooh) She got the door locked, and the lock don't fit, your key
Db
Yeah, you punchin' up her
Abm
You'll be wonderin' how the
Ebm
hell I let this happen to me
Db
Cb
Better not feed, feed, feed, that appetite
Abm
Now your baby's gone,
Cb
Ebm
you putting out an APB
Db
Yeah, some other brother,
Cb
been tossin' up your PYT
Abm
Get caught slippin' you gone wish
Ebm
you would of listened to me
Db
Brother don't feed, feed,
Abm
Verse 8
Db
Cb
Abm
Cb
Usher
Ebm
Outro 1
Ebm
Db
Cb
Abm
Cb
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