Lindsay Flenory chords by G.T., Skilla Baby

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Intro 1

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Verse 1
Cm 
Came out the mud fresh as fuck
but I'm still dirty
Come nigga woke around 3,
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I made 20 early
Cm 
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,
F 
leave Albarn and drop the bag
Cm 
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
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Bro, I can get a heavy load,
cause I pay my tab
Cm 
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
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Cm 
Put a hundred on your head and say,
You finished, boy, you done, huh?
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Yeah, you done
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These n****s finished,
I had to laugh
Man, my chain don't make it a stallion
This bitch always wanna dance
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I got more money than your uncle
Db 
Fuck that, more money than your dad
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Bro, you broke, you need the cash
Cm 
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Ride with a hundred in the cab, see?
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Where would I be without my dawgs,
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without my    stash?
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Fuckin' with some new niggas,
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bruh, ain't got my    man's lock
Thinkin' to myself,
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we came a long way from
Fm 
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ground spots
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Cm 
Dickies on  black lock,
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
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on her toenails
Cm 
You
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Cm 