Tonalidad: E minor
Verse 1
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Em
Pipe that shit up TnT
Dmac on the fuckin' track
C
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Em
D
I say,
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Em
uh, oh, yeah, look
Verse 2
Em
In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted
C
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The grill gold- plated,
Em
my crib still gated
D
But we ain't used to have not a dollar,
who gon' take it
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Robberies in Grand Theft Auto,
Em
I can't fake it
They told me don't be trippin' about it,
I can't save it
C
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Em
A whole lotta bring problems
But if a nigga play,
D
we gon' get him murdered tomorrow
C
Wanna see me demonstrate?
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'87 tea top Cultey, put it
Em
on the interstate
Solitaire, DO, they can't even see my face
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Em
These hoes they want me to chase
I don't keep my sneakers laced
I don't ride [?] my key
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can't go to no valet
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Flew my cars out to LA
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I saw so many posin' and bitch
we gon' need to vacate
We been off for some decades
Verse 3
C
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Em
Look, smokin' grade A,
but in school I got low grades
Get that boy a box of perfume,
C
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Look, throw that boy a
Em
7.62, we don't throw shade
I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly
C
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Em
Look, I'ma die, in these Cuban links,
I feel like [?]
D
Walk through 'em, want me to call through,
that's a role
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Look, what you gonna do when the money through,
Em
shorty
Don't keep tellin' me what
you gon' do for me
C
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Em
Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through,
I ain't phony
D
You gon' do, what The Who,
I ain't homie
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Lab man, he got [?] by the
Em
I ain't no cappin',
I spent you advance on little homie
C
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Em
We gon' get it [?] we don't
land til the morning, huh
D
Matter fact, gon' hit 'em up
while I'm performin', huh
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I just got another grill,
Em
call me George Foreman, huh
I just got another mil' and I
ain't even hungry, huh
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Are you niggar, do it,
Em
bitch you worser than a woman, huh
Anybody get it nigga,
D
show me my opponent, huh
C
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Em
I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this
I put you on my shooter list,
fuck it, let me do the bitch
C
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Em
I been goin' through some shit,
flip out, give the Juul a hit
On the one like Chris child,
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C
we don't sip on no Christ style
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I remember ridin' 'round
Em
in that bucket
When we was in that Nissan,
they didn't give me nothin'
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Em
When I was fucked up my own bitch
wouldn't even love me
When I ain't have my swagger right
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the hoe wouldn't even fuck me
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Verse 4
Em
I be on some feed the fam shit,
I know my momma proud of me
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I know that cuck real good,
Em
I just can't put down the shit
I do it real big,
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but they don't acknowledge it
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Look at where I live
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Em
You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib
I pay more than 1.5 for it
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Every day I spend some shit,
Em
every thing I'm in be lit
Everything I thing about it,
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I be tryna spend some shit
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Long live all of my niggas
Em
where we done came
Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard
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