Get 'Em (Dev79 Street Bass Refix) chords by J.R. Writer

  • Em

  • D

  • B

    2
  • E

  • A

Verse 1
Em
Hook:
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em,
get 'em, get 'em
We get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em,
get 'em, get 'em
We get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em,
get 'em, get 'em
We get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get
'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get
'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
D
Verse 1: We
Verse 2
Em
D
hit the club,
gripping on the ol' heat
Purple in the air, middle
finger to the police
Then get a dub,
I'm skidding up the whole street
Tires lookin' like ya nigga's
sitting on some slow lease
Em
So sleek, skipping wit'
ya old freak
D
Who swear to god I'm the
Em
flyest nigga on the whole east
D
Get the drift, the party'll be pissed
Em
D
B
When I buy the bar and only
Em
leave water on the list
D
Prick, I'm the shit,
and known in the city
Em
D
Prefer Cris' even though the
Moe get me dizzy
Em
D
So it's a rizzy, I'm 'bout it
B
D
Em
Standing on the couches like I
D
Em
ain't got no home- training in me
Huh, you can't stop it,
E
I'm harder to crack
D
So the DJ bring it back like
E
D
he borrowed the track
E
I ain't never had a problem with that
D
I'm a problem in fact,
E
D
E
a nigga really know a squad that can rap
D
Tell 'em go
Em
E
D
E
Verse 3
E
Hook:
Verse 2:
Em
E
We
Em
E
Em
E
D
get it poppin',
you know where I'm from
Everywhere I go them damn
groupies wanna come
Cuz if them lil' chickens
ain't drooling on my 1s
It's the G's on the lace with
Em
the Gucci on the tongue
D
Hun, I'm gettin' bread,
B
Em
don't confuse it wit' a crumb
D
Em
But if I gots to reach up in this
Louis then ya done
E
D
Them Rugers'll get swung,
E
you'll drop in a ditch
The cops'll have to tape up the block
D
like it's ripped
I'm so smooth but move the
E
drop 'til it skid
D
Pockets fulla cheese like
Em
a mozzarella stick
D
Rocks on the wrist,
yes I drop hella chips
Prepetual, I don't want it if
E
the watch got a tick
D
Shit, how could I miss if
I'm hot like a strip
Em
D
With the cops on a bitch tryna
Em
E
knock you for bricks
Em
Trick, watch ya lips or get
dropped from a cliff
D
Em
D
E
Cuz I can get you off for a box fulla kicks,
D
Em
E
like
Interlude 1
Em
E
Em
Verse 4
Em
Hook
A
Em
Verse 3:
D
We keep the bar pissed,
buying out the hard liq'
That make ya broad sit right
under the armpit
She say the god sick,
brighten on the arm wrist
Ainlt harm shit but I iced
Em
her like a mob hit
D
A hard brick,
Em
E
biter every bar of piff
You heartless,
Em
E
Em
you's a writer wit' a start kit
E
I'm hard prick, stressin' 'em out
It's a my F'in' drough 'til
I step out the house
D
I was never a slouch, listen B, dog known
As the Royce to call it like a B- ball zone
Watch me breeze on chrome,
with the heat all shown
In my Dior own,
Em
this ain't D Hore homes, holmes
Em
Devoted to floss, showin' it off
Em
A boss, fresh to death like some
clothes on a corpse
They stalk, the O that you brought,
yo what this cost
Em
I tell 'em doze you'll get lost with the
dough that you tossed
You couldn't go
Outro 1
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