Key: E major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
D
Am
E
in regions at a all -time high
Am
E
a pair of zetas, all -time fly
D
Am
I'm not concerned with competition,
A
E
my mission is full commission
C
Am
E
secured by super sodas
Am
E
till summertime is over
D
A
I shine like supernova but I
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
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E
crawlin' like a parade
D
Am
Commutin' in Cadillacs
up in stacks
D
Am
I'm strapped with Trojan horses
A
E
while breaking these bombers' backs
Am
E
I want the full course meal
A
E
T -Ferris, and Steven Spielberg
Bm
B
E
indulging in pints of bar
A
E
how the team became this far
Am
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E
little chains and shit
Am
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I just so get off my dick for real
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Your bro fine, she a dime, that's true
D
Am
But them bullies is so smart,
Am
E
you shining with your team for the squad
D
Am
The shoes are made of Gucci
A
E
The glasses are made of
Prada Showstopper
D
Am
E
cause I'm one bad boy like Big Papa
D
Am
The shoes are made of Gucci
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E
The glasses are made of
Am
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cause I'm one bad boy like Big Papa
D
Am
The shoes are made of Gucci
A
E
The glasses are made of
Prada Showstopper
cause bad boy like Big Papa
A
E
these boppers ain't getting outta,
Am
A
E
not a dollar for these hoes in the window shoppers
D
Am
I plug in like a raw socket,
A
E
you want some kush,
D
Am
I'll get you high in the Nasser rocket
Am
Bm
I'm on the block,
A
E
living raw like a rap demo
D
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The big fish just started off as a minnow
D
Am
My music is slow tempo,
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post it up like a office memo
Am
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Team starter, better grab your recorder
D
C
These dime pieces I slaughter,
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E
I like em just like Takara
A
E
when the sun come up
D
Am
And fall asleep from drinking
Am
A
E
little chains and shit
Am
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E
so get off my dick for real
Am
E
Your bro fine, she a dime, that's true
Am
E
she ain't just your girl, come on
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E
they won't even leave the stack
D
Am
Hold up, yeah, you're shinin' with
D
Am
I'm deadly with conversation
neck to make the horn
Am
E
I'm grindin' and money makin'
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E
but they ain't gettin' made
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but they ain't gettin' made
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but they ain't gettin' made
D
Am
What is these boys thinkin',
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where the hatin' never stop?
D
Am
Regardless, every year I'm
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pullin' somethin' off the lot
D
Am
The jealousy need to cease,
D
Am
Jolly Jolly, ranch and paint,
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The bopper's all on my feet,
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E
tryna rape me out for peace
D
Am
Suck out players,
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E
handcuffin' like the police
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I'm high as the Big Dipper
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and some Gucci slipper
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fight the mystery like Jack the Ripper
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and leave em' stuck like a sticker
Am
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they're chains and shit
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so get off my dick for real
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Your brother fine, she a dime, that's true
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she ain't just shootin'
Come on, you think you hard,
you got your gun in your car
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they won't even be the same
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with your team for the squads
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then come back to the club
and regroup for next season bitch,
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