Bass So Heavy chords by Skrilla Jones

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Verse 1
Am 
I'm from the south,
that's right, I'm about that light
All the hillbilly ladies come out at night
You'll see down here what
you know about that
Ma -ma -ma -ma -makes so heavy,
concrete crack
Em 
Makes -makes so heavy, concrete crack
Ma -ma -ma -makes so heavy,
concrete crack
Am 
Old -old school caddy with the
diamond and the black
Cherries, cherries, sittin' high
Main the lane, the minimum sway, yeah
I got the backwood burnin',
C 
grippin' wood grain
Am 
Sittin' crooked,
G 
leanin' on them, what's a good game?
Am 
Country boy in front of the bottom,
C 
man, I love my city
Am 
Horseback ridin' with the boppers,
G 
E 
busy rollin' with me
They like to go topless,
I'm like, what it do?
Em 
Losers lose, winners win, I get some
W's
Am 
G 
Everybody knows me, I'm a star, baby
Em 
Am 
Look at the grin on the grill of my car, baby
C 
Get it how you live, how the sand go
Am 
Country boy, got the whip game, no
G 
Django
Am 
C 
They got your gas stuck, propane roll
Am 
Dirt road ballin', baby,
G 
I be gettin' paid, folk
Em 
I   make it cool to be a
Hicktown
Southern boy
E 
Cornbread swag, baby,
Em 
that's what they love me for
Am 
Chewin' on the straw like
G 
it's somethin' fried, ayy
D 
Am 
When you hear the drum beatin' down your block,
that's me
I'm from the south, that's right,
I'm about that light
All the hillbilly ladies come out at night
Doin' big down hill,
what you know about that?
-ma -ma -make some,
some concrete crack
Em 
Ma -ma some, make some concrete crack
Ma -ma some,
make some concrete crack
Am 
Those old school cats with
the diamond in the black
Cherries, cherries sittin' high,
leanin', leanin' in my swag
Gold
Daytons on the wheels,
C 
boy, I'm old school
Am 
If you ain't know about that, baby,
G 
then you're old and new
Am 
We  chasin' baddies in the sun,
lanes in the shade
Cool it down with
G 
some homemade lemonade
Em 
E 
We  at the block party chillin'
Em 
on the haystack
Tailgatin', music bumpin' loud,
808 track
Am 
I   like to rock and flannel
G 
D 
with the overalls
Am 
And we don't get any dip
unless we got the
hoes involved
C 
We look dirty, but we gettin' ripped
Am 
Look, this ain't nothin'
If we dirty, then we filthy rich
Beatin' down the block,
wavin' to the haters
Ridin' through the block, I put spinners
G 
on my trackin' trailer
E 
Em 
Boy, the hell of it, I'm a damn fool
E 
I'm a rebel, I ain't goin'
by no damn route
Am 
Chewin' on the straw,
I'm a southern fried
G 
D 
I  came when you hear the
Am 
Trump beatin' down your block,
that's me
I'm from the
South, that's right, I'm about that light
All the hillbilly ladies come out at night
Do a big down hill,
what you know about that?
Ma -ma -ma -make some,
make concrete crack
Em 
Ma -ma -make some, make concrete crack
Ma -ma -ma -make some,
E 
to make concrete crack
Am 
Old, old school caddy with the
diamond and the black
Cherries, cherries sittin' high
Fiend of fame, the realest slayer