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Already chords by Amanda Perez

  • Am

  • Bm

    2
  • C

  • Dm

  • F

  • G

Verse 1
Am
Yo, man, Ben, what's in the car?
Bm
This is it right here.
C
Dm
Am
AP, I don't think they're ready for you,
Bm
Am
Let's get em. She's back!
Put your hands up.
Bm
C
Dm
What, what? What, what?
Am
Put your hands up.
Bm
Put your hands up.
C
Dm
AP style. AP style.
Am
You got dia monds on your teeth.
Bout to get the magic price of next week.
I got a candy paint sittin' on your truck
24 spree wheels, boy, what?
I got my picture in it, sittin' on my ride
Go get it, look,
cause you know that I'm fly
Can't you see me? been ridin'
down the strip
Never get a truck, you know that I dip
And every time I turn around,
they wanna hat, ayy
Come to my house and watch my
automatic gate, ayy
You wanna tell me that I ain't real?
Look at my watch, boy,
Bm
look at my grill
Am
C
Dm
Am
Bm
Am
F
Dm
Am
I'm from Philly but I live in L .A.
Steppin' out, rippin' that glam,
blue and gray
Now all these girls is on my tip
Cause they found out who I roll with
Me and my team and we stay
on the grind
Hypnotic and Hennessy in their eyes
We do these things all the time
Listen for a minute
and let me blow your mind
I've been reppin' on tracks
and still unsigned
I live it to the limit, forget nigga, man, dime
I'm about my riches
so it's time for sunshine
My nights is dark so only my days climb
I got my guns, got my buns,
with my chickens
Bm
Am
Merry Christmas,
now it's plain to say I'm feelin' good
So give respect when I'm
up in your hood
Cause I already got game,
Bm
I already got fame
Am
C
When you see me on the street,
Dm
you already know my name
Am
Sport a diamond, platinum chain,
Bm
with a matching pinker ring
Am
C
Got something to say about me,
Dm
you know my bet you didn't
Am
think that I'd make my tracks
You probably doubted that I even could rap
But I do this here for fun,
I take my advance money in a run
So holla at your girl for them fat beats,
I'm makin' beats for the
motherfuckin' streets
So jump in and roll, roll your gold,
Soul Train Awards, 3 ,000 leather coat
Now represent your hood,
Bm
throw up your set
C
Now represent your hood,
Dm
throw up your set
Am
Now represent your hood,
G
throw up your set
C
Dm
Tragic AD, I ain't ready for that
Am
Now represent your hood,
G
don't whoop yo' set
F
Now represent your hood,
Am
don't whoop yo' set
Now represent your hood,
G
don't whoop yo' set
F
Dm
Tragic, AP, y 'all ain't ready for that
Am
Put your hands up
Bm
You know I had to show you love
Am
C
Dm
Am
You never been a brass to a new thing
Bm
Dm
I see you, Holla back
C
Am
Holla back
Holla back you
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