Look Good chords by Z‐Ro
Verse 1
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Am
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Dum- dum, da- da-
Em
da- da- dum,
dum- dum
Dum- dum dum- dum,
da- da- da- da- dum, dum- dum
C
On the latest roll with my boy Z- Ro here
Am
C
Em
Z- Ro you ready ha, Rock yeah
you dropping that hot shit
C
Am
You really dropping that hot shit ha,
C
B
Em
Z- Ro let
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me
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Am
C
Em
Hear what you gonna sing for this one,
come on
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C
Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed
Am
Able to make a bitch,
C
wanna suck my naked head
Em
I get fly when I wanna, graduated
from corners
D
Em
I know it tingle,
C
cause your pussy marinated my sauna
Am
If you capping I ain't tripping,
C
B
cause I really don't need you
Em
Prolly say your pussy gon be beat up,
D
and having a seizure
Em
Overseas vacation,
C
Prime Co. communication
And radio stations,
Am
C
got us in regular rotation
Em
Cause the guns unloaded,
lot of heads got exploded
C
Destined to be the throwdest, if
I'm properly promoted
Am
Sewed it up like a sweater,
financial back or go- getter
B
Then through your vest chest,
Em
with the talons in my baretta
Stay one step ahead of, my competition
they better
C
Fly down from overseas sign down, and
Am
get to chumping for cheddar
Em
26 letters than Ro,
if you ain't know now you know
From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping
C
grain in my flame
Am
C
Em
Sunday morning pulling out my bitch,
I'm looking good
C
Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist,
I'm looking good
Am
C
D
B
Em
Doubles breasted tailor made,
I'm 'Sacci'd down to the flo'
And it don't matter, if you step on
my wing tipped shoe
C
Cause I'm a just go buy me some mo',
(what it is what it is)
Rolly on me wrist,
Am
C
Sansun me wrist band
D
Em
20 inch rims, on me suspension
Foreign replay, and not forge
my stun- a
Dressed everyday,
C
in the latest fashion look
Am
Boys the enemy, best respect the man
C
B
Em
Listen to me,
know it's rule number one
No buster ain't right,
we told the game plan
C
You do, you better and
change the wrist band
Em
Am
The way me flow, my retaliation
C
So listen to me boy understand,
understand
Em
It's a bezeled out wrist, and
that I wear everyday
On the right hand- a,
the Presidential Rolly
And it's crossed off, like
a ton of ice on the tray
And the price start- a, my
C
choice to lose security
Am
C
If you don't believe me,
Em
ask your old lady
D
C
I know she saw it,
Am
from 'Poko miles away
C
Pull up to my bump,
Em
as I let it recline
C
13's easy five screens,
it ain't no fucking with mine
Am
C
D
Em
They think I'm fucking with
nine, but I multiplied it by fo'
It took some time,
C
Am
C
B
but I decided to throw my bitch on the 4's
Em
C
Em
The bubble- eyed
C
Mazaratti, on
a mission to meet Scotty
With bullets for your body, cause
Am
C
I'm living like Gotti
B
Em
Pistol grip and a beam,
plus a murdering team
Cash rule everything me,
that there ain't nothing but cream
C
Jumping in and out of line, moving
slow as I wanna
Smoking reefer bending corners,
Am
on 20 inch Yokohama
C
Em
Cause these niggaz be hating me,
C
when I be crawling down
Em
So I'm like Paul Bugsy with a infrared,
C
cause these niggaz be falling down
Am
Steady yelling out timber,
C
Em
from the first dance January down to the last dance
December better remember,
D
C
put a big shell casing up in you
Am
C
Make you weak like SWV, when
Em
I shine and grind like E.S.G
C
But I gotta get love like the Big Steve,
Am
C
Em
throwed in the game like that P- A- T
Alright, ha- ha
You know so we keeping it real, yeah
Southside, Southside ha
Am
How you mean,
C
Papa Reu, my boy Z- Ro
Am
You know Rock with
C
Em
D
another hit
Em
Ha- ha, you know
he here with another hit
Outro 1
Ha- ha yeah, yeah- yeah
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Em
D
Em
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C
Em
Look Good
Z‐Ro
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