Love or something chords by Buddy

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Verse 1
F 
Am 
Em 
Oh, hell yeah
F 
Let's toast to the niggas
that do the most
Am 
Em 
Shout out to my nigga Buddy,
F 
you know my boy Zeemy in here
They let me get a feature on
Am 
Em 
this motherfucker but
F 
I want ya all to call Buddy and
thank him personally for me
Am 
Em 
His numer is 310
F 
Em 
Aye nigga, hell nah, no way nigga
F 
You better not

Verse 2
Am 
Em 
Hello, hey baby, what's your name?
F 
I am Buddy, only reason why you came
Am 
Okay, today,
Em 
me and you gon' do our thing
F 
Oh shit, my bad,
Em 
know I'm moving hella fast
Am 
Em 
Just get your ass off the wall and
F 
on the damn dance floor
You dig, let me take another sip
Am 
Em 
Watch how I jig,
look at my feet when I dance
F 
Em 
Hold on, hold up, DJ play that shit again
Am 
Em 
Wait up, slow down,
got my left hand on your butt
Alright, come on,
F 
Am 
go and have another drink with me
Em 
Pouring up  a double shot of the Hennessy
D 
G 
F 
Once I get you in my ride,
Am 
we gon' be all night
Em 
'Fore we take it outside

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Verse 3
Em 
F 
Baby girl just dance
Am 
G 
Really like how you move it
Dm 
G 
Wanna look at ya ass
F 
Am 
Think I'm falling in love or something
Em 
Baby girl just dance
F 
Am 
Em 
We gon' get into it
G 
Let me fill up your glass
F 
Am 
And we gon' get drunk
Em 
and fuck tonight

Verse 4
Em 
F 
It was all so sudden
Am 
35 models, they was all so stunning
Dm 
Em 
Running out of bottles,
G 
I got five more coming
F 
Am 
Let me settle down,
I need to mind my budget
Em 
F 
Better yet, fuck it, cop it all,
put it on my Visa
Am 
I just wanna make you mine,
Em 
baby girl I need you
F 
On the floor we getting down,
Em 
bumping and grinding
F 
Am 
Spin your body all around,
baby we gliding
Em 
Let me stop it, I should

Verse 5
F 
focus on the hundreds
Am 
Tryna get a new chain,
gotta get the money
Em 
Finna cop a new ring,
F 
Em 
just a lil' something
Am 
Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh,
Em 
that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again,
F 
then I hit my dougie
Am 
See your boy glistening, rain,
Em 
snow, or sunny
F 
Young nigga get it in
Em 
Filling up my cup and take
Am 
a sip again
Em 
I ain't tripping, I ain't tripping

Verse 6
F 
Baby girl just dance
Em 
Really like how you move it
F 
Wanna look at ya ass
Em 
Am 
Think I'm falling in love or something
Em 
Aye, I said

Verse 7
hands high
F 
Then the sun put them hands up
Am 
Em 
Hoes, hoes in here gon' give it up
G 
F 
Whoa, smoking on weed
when we come through
Am 
Em 
No, we don't give a fuck,
nigga fuck you
F 
Friends drunk too much,
Am 
we been turning up
Em 
Aye, we ain't even done,
we ain't had enough
G 
F 
Damn, everyone here only
Am 
want one thing
Em 
F 
All we wanna do, baby girl just dance

Verse 8
Am 
Em 
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
G 
F 
Am 
Think I'm falling in love
Em 
or something
Baby girl just dance
F 
Am 
Em 
We gon' get into  it
G 
F 
Let me fill up your glass
Am 
And we gon' get drunk
Em 
and fuck tonight

Verse 9
F 
Aye, I said I'm focused
on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain,
Am 
gotta get the money
Em 
F 
Finna get a few rings, just
Em 
a lil' something
F 
Em 
Am 
Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh,
that nigga Buddy
Em 
Back up on his shit again,
F 
then I hit my dougie
Am 
See a nigga glistening, rain,
snow, or sunny
Em 
F 
Young nigga get it in
Em 
Am 
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping
Em 
Call a   Lyft and girl I'm getting in

Verse 10
F 
with ya
B 
Say you wanna bring a friend with ya
Am 
Take you both to the crib,
Em 
F 
girl I'm about to get it in with ya
Em 
F 
I   don't really fuck with
Am 
these niggas
Em 
I'm just tryna stack these di  gits
F 
Baby girl I got hella shit in the mail
Am 
Em 
F 
Oh, I got hella shit in the mail
Em 
Yeah, keep it coming!
(coming, coming, coming)