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Banana Clip chords by Nems

  • Em

  • F#m

    2
  • G

  • C

  • Gm

    3
Intro 1
Em
F#m
G
Em
C
Em
Verse 1
Em
Yeah,
I reckon a good old dude,
the squad chalker, the price right,
then I'm Bob Barker
I could've joined Illuminati
to make my mob darker,
instead we shoot it out,
C
push horses and rob barkers
Em
Surrounded by a bunch
of John Stocktons,
John Stalkers,
I made a bunch of Luke Skywalker's Clive Barkers,
F#m
Em
Jive Talkers,
Sidewalk wasn't made for me
G
I was years ahead before I came,
C
I was raised early
Em
I let the tech bling floating,
neck swing broken
I just wet things and dust
on the next thing smoking
I'd marry Juana but she said
I'm in love with the Coco
G
I ain't sniffing shit but click,
C
I'm in love with the Toto
Em
If you really thinking Guazi,
wait till I'm on the moto
G
I could get your mug shot,
Em
and not on the photo
My motives gotta be loco,
the roll I gotta be dodo
And load the shotty
G
and load and reload like
C
Em
Gotti in slo -mo, cabrón
C
I do a nigga nothing nice
G
Em
I never had to tell a nigga
G
Em
once or twice
Nigga, fuck your kids,
G
nigga, fuck your wife
Run up on you at the light,
C
nigga, fuck your life
Em
I don't whip work,
we let the fiends do that
Nigga, I got a right hook
that'll wean you back, nigga
My block stay flooded, never a drought
G
C
We cut coke with EBTs
and put it out, nigga
Em
Take that, take that, take that, reload
My squad deeper than Mexicans
on the side of the road
Uh, and they all move workin' bunches
Gm
G
I give it to em' on the arm,
C
no birthday punches
Em
Uh, let me be clear,
the fight won't be fair
Know my niggas keep birds on em',
Coco beware
All day I'm gonna grind,
hoodies in the summertime
G
C
Mean you gettin' shot if you act up,
Em
nigga fuck around
Yup, fuck a label, exec
I got a time -warner plug
that make the cable connect
At the table with vets, I'll disable your set
G
Go hurl a motherfuckin' naze,
C
Em
I'm as real as it gets, nigga
C
G
I do a nigga nothin' nice
Em
I never had to tell a nigga
G
Em
once or twice
Nigga, fuck your kids,
G
nigga, fuck your wife
C
Run up on you at the light,
Em
G
Em
G
nigga, fuck your life
C
Em
G
Em
FUCK YOUR LIFE! FUCK YOUR LIFE!
G
C
Em
G
C
FUCK YOUR LIFE!
Em
you
G
C
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