Lindsay Flenory chords by G.T., Skilla Baby
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Intro 1
(A minor) (E minor) (F major)
(E minor) (A minor) (E minor) (C major) (B flat major) (B flat minor) (G flat major) (B flat minor) (B flat major) (C minor)
(F major)
(F minor) (C minor) (A flat major) (C minor)
Verse 1
Came (C minor) out the mud fresh as fuck
but I'm still dirty
Come nigga woke around 3,
I made 20 (B flat major) early
(C minor) Rap don't work,
we right back to the block
Workin' all day, trappin', servin'
Hit the road, don't be swervin'
I'm with Skilly, he hit his dance
I got curry on my left wrist,
that mean I spent thirty on my shit
I got real John Wall,
y 'all niggas be sittin' on the bench
Y 'all niggas be trippin' over a bitch
I be like, ain't that some shit?
Quarter million cash,
that's with no advance
Hit L .A. and grab a bag,
leave Albarn (F major) and drop the bag
(C minor) Bro, go up top, no mask,
I ain't gotta spend no cash
I'm talkin' bout flea the scene and dash,
get back home, clean the mess
Bro, we was fuckin' all the hoes
when we was doin' bad
Bro, I can get a heavy (A minor) load, (F major)
cause I pay my tab
(C minor) Niggas trippin' bout a bitch,
ain't that some shit
G got a curry on his wrist,
ain't that some shit
Just made 20 off a trip,
ain't that some shit
Just to come home and hit a nigga, bitch
We gon' abuse the run till it drop, nigga
Shout out G a reason
I got 10 on me, nah, nigga
You would kill yourself
if you seen that man thot, nigga
We just buy a big bag of perks
and get high, n***a got my drip,
I got my gun, huh?
You ain't seein' real beef,
that shit ain't fun, huh?
I know the real hitman, here he come
Put (A flat major) a hundred on (C minor) your head and say,
You finished, boy, you done, huh?
Yeah, (B flat major) you (B flat minor) done
These (B flat major) n****s (B flat minor) finished,
I had to laugh
Man, my chain don't make it a stallion
This bitch always wanna dance
I (B flat major) got more (B flat minor) money than (B flat major) your uncle
Fuck that, more money than (D flat major) your dad
(B flat minor) Bro, you broke, you need the cash
Ride (C minor) with a hundred in the cab, (B flat minor) see?
Where would I be (B flat major) without my dawgs,
without (B flat minor) my stash?
Fuckin' with some new (B flat major) niggas,
bruh, ain't got (B flat minor) my man's lock
Thinkin' to myself,
we came (B flat major) a long way from
ground (F minor) spot (B flat minor) s
Dickies (B flat major) on black lock (C minor) ,
before the song crack spots
Man, these niggas ain't gon' last
Man, my bitch on ATMO,
she always want some cash
Bruh, turn into a question mark
and I ain't gotta ask
Tall flip, bro, we outta here,
he tired of sellin' slaps
Ooh, my bitches be so thick
with they own shit
I like buff bitches
that like young niggas
with grown geeks
I like hood bitches that'll hide the strap
and they won't tell
Hood niggas pay for that shellac
on her toenails (A flat major)
(C minor)
You
(A flat major) (C minor)
Lindsay Flenory
G.T., Skilla Baby
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