Key: Bb major
Verse 1
Can you sing?
Wait, we gotta get a
count off somehow.
Alright. No, no, We got, uh...
We got the beats gonna come in.
It'll be fine.
We're gonna sing along with the beat.
Here it goes. Ooh -wee! I told
you. Nice shakers, P.
I'm filthy at this shit.
Getting trolled, getting smashed,
getting dulled, getting trashed,
getting thrown out of your ass.
G
Em
Am
G
Em
Eb
posted up by the speakers
Bitches chase my balls
like a herd of golden retrievers
I'm drinkin' scotch
like it's bout to go out of season
But I still hit you with a clothesline
Swat away your rush
like Robin Toor versus Nolan Rhyne
Your lady's dreaming about jumping
on this pole and mind it
G
Em
Bouncing up and down
G
Am
you motherfucking rap pers
are talking out of your ass
And full of piss like a kid's pool
Diamond pistol,
popping up my collar
with some fake bangs
G
Em
Eb
Am
Flinging out my mouth like a crystal
And I'm the duke of the dark side
Drink enough scotch
to make a normal person cross -eyed
So grab your lady
before she's leaving with me
G
Em
It's last call motherfuckers,
Am
G
get to tipping your drinks
Em
Eb
Am
Em
Eb
dreaming in your sleep
Her menstrual cycle period
staining up all your sheets
I spit sick shit like her dips in
my cheeks
Em
Eb
with the problems of the week
up a wheel
Cause the disco maniac is here
Ride em up a deal
I got skills like my cock got warts
Getting the girlies out those cute boy shorts
The cheap vodka's open
now take your pull
I'll leave your teeth broken
if you fuck with Greaves
Eb
Am
I'm squeezing ass cheeks
till I get my ass beat
By the tranny kickers handing
me damage and self esteem
I get retarded like telethons
for Jerry's kids,
catch me at the bar kissin' on
a Mary bitch sayin' ASS CUM!
Get drunk, get smashed, get dulled,
get trashed, get thrown out of your ass
ASS CUM!
Get lubes, get paid, get boozed,
G
Em
get drenched, get pooled out the ass
Get drunk, get smashed, get dulled,
get trashed, get thrown out of your ass
ASS CUM!
Get lubes, get paid, get poosed,
just slap my face
I'ma pay for a lap dance for your face
This is your last call,
and this ain't Rick James
Em
Am
you got a lip ring
Now we icing with a grill,
now you got diamond fangs
Dog, tell us how you feel
Drunk before noon,
And I'm dirty,
Am
dirty like the spin on the washing machine
This broke dog, and you heard me,
heard me
Drinking scotch when we thirsty, thirsty
So switch,
I'm on some summer school,
Em
Ebm
fuck until I cum, bitch
Ain't no turnin' back
Now here we go
Red light, yellow light, green light, yo
G
Em
Am
Greek dog, just tell me when to go
G
Am
When to go
Get drunk, get smashed, get dug
Get trashed, get thrown out of your ass
Get loose, get bad, get boozed
G
Em
Eb
Am
Get drenched, get pooled out the ass
Get drunk, get smashed, get dug
Em
Eb
Get trashed, get thrown out
Em
Am
I'm like a paper boy,
nah that's just too easy
They say, Smeezy,
please just leave us a couple
breezies
And breezies,
please believe I ain't sleazy
Em
Eb
she had her panties round her kneesies
Leave your girl's heart broke
like Zeppelin did to Levy
Then don't break into your car,
cause Smeezy need a Chevy
and it's parked outside
Am
of Wendy's
I'm a retired buddhist,
I spit flame past me that lighter fluid
It's dangerous,
you really shouldn't try and do it
Em
Eb
Am
call me Ryan Lewis
And he's at it again,
it's the producer that likes to
rap on all the tracks he did
The problem is he's not that
whack when he spits
Em
Am
every track that he hits is a hit
Get drunk, get smashed,
get dug, get trashed,
get thrown out of your ass
Get looped, get paid,
get duked, get trashed,
get thrown out of your ass
Get looped, get paid,
Eb
Am
get pooled out there
G
Em
Eb
Am
I my house on that shit. The album.
I'll give you Green Ridge.
G
Am
I'll give you Green Ridge.
I'll give you Green I -G -Y -C -B.
I got my headphones on, huh?
Yeah. Not really.
What are you doing?
Em
Eb
Am
You better get off on this Mac shit.
Em
Eb
Fuck. That guy. That shit.
in the north end,
north end, north gate,
G
Em
Eb
Am
over by the mall, it's going down,
it's a mall, yeah, motorcycle, motorcycle,
I -G -Y -C -B.
Em
Eb
Am
I give you cream, bitch!
Shit, shit, don't ask me what the I is!
G
Em
Eb
I give you cream, bitch!
you by I -G -Y -C -B.
The fellow folks at Nordstrom.
G
Em
Yeah. Don't say that shit!
Eb
Am
This is one
of the most phenomenal games
I've ever watched.
Graves is one of the most phenomenal,
complete players.
Look at the outside jumper.
This guy's phenomenal.
Between the wickets, around the back,
anything.
He's fundamentally sound.
to come out of this.
How did you like the song?
TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAm G Em Eb Ebm
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