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Fuck Boy Blood Bath [Bonus Track] chords by $uicideBoy$

  • D

  • F#

    2
  • Bbm

  • C#

    4
  • F

  • Eb

    6
  • Gm

    3
  • Gb

    2
  • G

  • Am

Verse 1
D
F#
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
Bbm
C#
Riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's
I refuse to be broke as shit
D
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
C#
Riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's
D
I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
C#
Riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's
D
I refuse to be broke as
shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
C#
Riding with some mindless trick
D
On my P's and Q's
I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
C#
Riding with some mindless trick
D
On my P's and Q's
I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
Riding with some mindless
F
trick
C#
On my P's and Q's
D
I refuse to be broke as shit
Verse 2
D
Shut the fuck up, bitch, talking shit
When the 6- 10 split's
Eb
Get off and take a left on St bernard
D
Drive a little bit then it hit's,
"oh shit!"
You just drove down the road
To Yung Plague's pit with
a pit in the yard
Feed you to my dog, then I yawn
C#
F
Bury your bones 'till dawn
D
Mow the lawn to make it
Gm
D
seem neat like a bed
Bitch, I'll sleep when I'm dead
F
D
Dreaming while they zipping
C#
D
up the body bag
From my fucking feet up to
my head
C#
Bbm
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch Riding

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Verse 3
Bbm
C#
with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's
I refuse to be broke as shit
D
Verse 4
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
Gb
Ain't got no friends,
they all turned snitch
D
F
Trust no one, they bound to switch
D
Trust no bitch, just give 'em dick
Dirty South pimp with
the gold on my wrist
Empty the clip 'till the chamber go click
F
No faking, no flodgin', my record legit
D
I'm bankin' and dodgin' from Five- O
My clique
Cut Throat cut dope with the
all black blade
Sniff coke
Fuck hoes while I'm layin' in the shade
F
I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave
D
And if you can't tell, bitch
G
D
I'm fucking insane
Pop, pop, pop,
pop! Make the bodies go drop
Bustin' these suckas and
swervin' on cops
F
Almighty 59, ain't got time for no opps
Am
F
Six- six- six, I'm so damn hot
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