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Flexin' chords by Ice The Don

  • F

  • Dm

  • Am

  • Bm

    2
  • C

  • G

  • B

    2
Intro 1
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Dm
Am
Verse 1
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Bm
C
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Am
You know that
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Dm
Am
I be flexin' on em, flexin' on em
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G
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You know that I be flexin' on em,
Dm
flexin' on em
Am
And I do that shit for no reason
Bm
And it still take a skinny nigga,
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bitch, season
Am
You know that I be flexin' on em
Bm
F
You know that I be flexin' on em
Dm
Am
An d I do that shit for no reason
And it still take a skinny nigga,
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C
bitch, season
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Dm
Am
You see me in a trap, nigga
I don't fuck with you,
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G
F
don't give me no dap, nigga
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Riser, that be where I'm at, nigga
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G
F
My strap is like a choir, and I'll clap, nigga
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Am
I am not Nas,
I ain't tryna save the world
I'm tryna skip the middle, man,
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F
and go straight to the plug
Am
These streets ruthless,
and they show no love
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I'm a Don, nigga, not just a petty thug
Dm
Am
You know that I be flexin' on em'
F
You know that I be flexin' on em'
Dm
Am
An d I do that shit for no reason
And it still take a skinny nig
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F
ga bitch season
Am
You know that I be flexin' on em
Bm
G
F
You know that I be flexin' on em
Am
And I do that shit for no reason
And it still take a skinny
C
nigga bitch season
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Am
Let me get two claps and a brick flip
Bm
Let me get two claps and a brick flip
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Dm
Am
I swear to God, my daddy taught me well
By age seven,
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Am
F
I knew how to work the scales
Am
Post office shit, nigga, I been getting mail
My baby mama texts me
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F
and I don't even care
Am
But if my kids call me, I'll be right there
My baby mama texts me,
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shit, I don't even care
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Am
But when my kids call, I'll be right there
Read no reply,
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give me two claps and a Ric Flair
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Am
Read no reply, two claps and a Ric Flair
Bm
G
F
Read no reply, two claps and a Ric Flair
Dm
Am
You know that I be flexin' on em
B
G
F
You know that I be flexin' on em
Dm
Am
An d I do that shit for no reason
And it still take a skinny nig
Bm
F
ga bitch season
Am
You know that I be flexin' on em
Bm
F
You know that I be flexin' on em
Am
And I do that shit for no reason,
and it still take a skinny
Bm
C
nigga bitch season
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Am
Yeah man, you know I,
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F
I drop some shit, sell a few records,
appeal to the masses,
Am
you know what talkin' bout
I got niggas out here sayin' like,
you know what sayin'
Ice ain't on that trash shit no more,
F
he ain't on that gang shit no more
He, he like Hollywood or some shit,
like me Hollywood nigga?
Am
What part of Northside look
Hollywood to you my nigga?
Don't ever forget where I come from,
C
you know what I'm about
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Am
I can do this shit, turn it on,
turn it off like a light,
you feel what I'm sayin'?
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I'm always flexin' on them, nigga
Am
You can take a nigga out the trap,
you can't take the trap out the nigga,
you know what I'm talkin' about
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Don't ever question me, homeboy
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Am
So why we landed on Risa?
Take y on a way mission right quick,
let y 'all know what I'm talkin' about,
man
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Am
Leggo!
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