Right By My Side taby ukulele według Nicki Minaj (Chwyty barytonu)

-Intro-

G A Bm F#m
             x2
G A Bm C

-Verse-

G         A             Bm
   It all comes down to this
        F#m          G
I miss your morning kiss
        A                Bm
I won't lie, I'm feeling it
          C                G
You don't know, I'm missing it
       A            Bm
I'm so dumb, I must admit
         F#m              G
It's too much to hold it in
        A                Bm
I can't say no more than this
                 C                   G
I just hope your heart hear me now
              A                 Bm
Gotta let you know how I'm feeling
           F#m                 G
You own my heart, he just renting
            A              Bm
Don't turn away, pay attention
                   C
I'm pouring out my heart oh, boy

-Chorus- x2

G   A               Bm  
I-I, I'm not living life
F#m              G                         
 I'm not living right
A                  Bm            C
 I'm not living if you're not by my side

Oooh-ohhh      

-Verse 2-

Let's meet at our favorite spot
You know the one, right around the block
From the nice place, that you love to shop
Can you get away?
Care to sit down? Let's talk it out
One on one, without a crowd
I wanna hold your hand
Make you laugh again, I need to be near you
Gotta let you know how I'm feeling
You own my heart, and she just renting
Don't turn away, pay attention
I'm pouring out my heart girl

-Chorus-


-Bridge- x2

G           A
I can't eat I-I-I-I
Bm            F#m
I can't sleep I-I-I
G           A
What I need I-I-I
Bm              C
Is you right by my side

-Gangster Rap Solo-
G                  A                         Bm
It ain't your spit game, it's your dick game
                     F#m                                 G
That got me walking 'round ready to wear your big chain
             A                           Bm
I only argue wit' 'em when the Lakers on
                    C
Other than that I'm getting my Marc Jacob's on

When my pussy game so cold that he always seem to come back

Cause he know that it'd be a wrap

When I'm riding it from the back

Wait, oh, let me see your phone

Cause all them bitches is ratchet

And now let me get in my truck

Cause all them bitches'll catch it
G               A
Wait wait wait, damn there I go again
     Bm                      F#m
I be trippin', I be flippin, I be so belligerent
         G                        A
Man this shit that we be fighting over so irrelevant
        Bm                         C
I don't even remember though I was probably hella bent (Let's go)