Justin Bieber Wrist chords by Yung Gravy and bbno$

  • Am

  • Em

  • Dm

  • G

Verse 1
Am
Ayy man, the, the fuck you mean
Em
You ain't heard of no fuckin'
(Lentra, the God)
Am
(Jason Rich on the beat, bitch)
Verse 2
And yo' girl's on my
woody like a beaver
Em
Think it's a holiday,
told her I'm on the way (ah)
Am
Dm
Am
And I gotta do things, I might leave her
Em
I don't got time today,
find a way to get paid
Verse 3
Dm
I be ridin' down the street though
In the Jeep
Em
And yo' mama on the creep though
She a tweak
Dm
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Em
Gravy, why don't you make
your teeth gold?
Am
Em
Am
I got nice teeth (uh)
Verse 4
Bitch
I be in that coochie and
that shit my happy place
Em
It put a smile on my face that none
of you pussies can erase
Dm
Kidnapped your girl in this case
Am
Em
And I know you wanna hate (oh, oh, oh)
But just wait you're doin' great
You ain't do shit and you
Am
made my day (nah)
I evade the police ridin' on
Em
a pony (hmm)
Am
Angelina Jolie said she tryna bone me
Dm
These phonies, they think I'm holy,
Am
they tryna clone me
Em
I'ma keep the cheese y'all
can have the macaroni
Verse 5
Dm
Am
We make hits and I think
Em
they gonna last
Seiko on my wrist,
watchin' all this time pass
Am
Dm
Coolin' with yo' bitch and
G
Dm
G
Am
she said my dick gas
Em
Am
Gave her lil' tip and she still
Em
wanted my cash
Verse 6
Dm
And yo' girl's on my woody
Am
like a beaver
Em
Think it's a holiday,
told her I'm on the way (ah)
Dm
Am
And I gotta do things,
Dm
Am
I might leave her
Em
I don't got time today,
find a way to get paid
Am
I be ridin' down the street
Verse 7
Dm
though
In the Jeep
Em
And yo' mama on the creep though
She a tweak
Dm
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Am
Em
Gravy, why don't you make
your teeth gold?
Am
I got nice teeth
Verse 8
Am
Find us on a yacht,
like some Noah's ark shit
Em
My lady is a brainiac of
course I bust quick
Dm
Am
Feelin' hypothermic so I
bought a cold wrist
Em
Wherever I go I shoot my shots and
Dm
it's a swish (yeah)
Yo' girlfriend lookin' like
a three outta ten
Em
I gotta ten outta ten
I got my mind on my M's
Dm
I'm glad it fi nally makes sense
Am
And now I'm doin' my dance
Yeah, this life's hittin' different when
Em
yo' pants full of bands (yeah)
Am
I thought she was a diva
Verse 9
Dm
Em
(oh)
Am
Em
Lil' diva (oh no)
Now she treat me like
I'm Justin Bieber
Am
Dm
Em
Dm
Wrist
Aquafina
Am
Em
In the freezer
Am
Em
Yo' bitch got the Baby Gravy fever
Verse 10
Dm
And yo' girl's on my
Am
woody like a beaver
Em
Think it's a holiday,
told her I'm on the way (ah)
Dm
Am
And I gotta do things
Dm
Am
I might leave her
Em
I don't got time today,
find a way to get paid
Am
I be ridin' down the street
Verse 11
though
In the Jeep
Em
And yo' mama on the creep though
She a tweak
Dm
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Em
Gravy, why don't you
make your teeth gold?
Outro 1
I got nice teeth
Am
Em
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