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Maple Syrup (Feat. Bones) [Dj Poliwhirl Remix] [Bonus Track] chords by $uicideBoy$

  • C

  • Bm

    2
  • Em

  • G

  • D#

    6
Verse 1
C
Bm
C
This a $crim beat
Bm
C
Yung Christ
(Yeah hoe)
59 (Yeah hoe)
Em
DJ $crim with that 808 (Work)
C
Crack up in my
Verse 2
swisher
Em
C
Em
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got me twisted
(Rowdy)
C
G59 the misfits
Em
C
Swerving and I'm fucked up
Em
Serving time I'm locked up
Chopper spraying mac truck
C
Em
C
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs
G
All my homies thugs
C
Bitches fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
Em
C
This that flex on them with no mercy
Em
C
Em
That text I get at 1:30
C
Em
C
Em
Your bitch begging to get fucked
Leggings on but I rip them up
C
Just enough to slide up in
Em
All about them Benjamin's
Bm
Em
Dead presidents, I'm heaven sent
You just a fuck boy, that's irrelevant
C
Bow down to your
sensei (Yung Mutt)
You talking to a God
boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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Verse 3
C
G*59
Bm
C
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Em
Swerving passed the Church
C
Em
in all black clothing
Bm
Em
C
Holding up a middle finger
Mac showing
Em
C
Em
Throwing cash hoes run and clash
C
Get their back broken (Gimme that
Em
fucking money)
Pop the cap open
Throat soaking in some liquid potion
C
Ocean motion
Toasting to the stars
Got a great view from Mars
Spit a couple bars just to show
Em
it ain't hard
C
Em
59 ain't far from the start
Bm
Em
All brain and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
C
Make sure you aim the dart
Bm
C
Verse 4
Em
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Got ash on my shirt
But I'm me, so it never matter
Fuck a job, stay at home
Rolling bones till I'm gone
Hair ties on my wrist
This the doped up ghost
Laying in my bed now,
C
Em
feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pocket
C
with the bands now
Em
C
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
Em
I'm isolated cause I cannot take
C
Em
this shit no more
Laying in my bed now,
feeling kinda dead now
Money stashed up in my pocket
with the bands now
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
D#
Em
I'm isolated cause I cannot
C
take this shit no more
Verse 5
C
G
C
Em
C
Em
Bm
Em
What? What? I cannot
C
Em
C
Em
C
Em
G
take this shit
Em
no more
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