Merlot Part Deux chords by Troy Ave
Verse 1
D
You know we had to do the key mix,
right?
F
Troy Ave, Merlo Self Nice
It's fuckin' like I'll never be alone
Every time I cut him off,
Em
another one's gettin' on
Bitches ain't shittin',
that's the shit I don't condone
F
Fuckin' other niggas,
Em
baby moms almost had my own
But I think I got that abortion, now I chill
F
A chippean is for lunch,
I always order the bill
Get whatever you want,
don't worry I got the bill
The waiter tippin' our cups
Em
and lettin' the wine spill
You clean up nice, that's a mean blue hill
I get a bird, flip a bird, open Merlo
F
Nobody trippin', we just sittin',
Em
sippin' Merlo
Chillin' like a palm tree under A .C.
F
My gun hot though,
Em
F
a nigga ain't gon' play me
Em
Unless that motherfucker's crazy
F
Em
I'm never frontin', I be frontin' niggas
And if that paper ain't right,
then I'm confrontin' niggas
F
Em
I'm just living that life and it's how it go
D
But if you feel it's too real,
baby, this is dope
Em
F
I'm hoping that you stay though
Nice
This for the bitches going
through them phones
To confirm the suspicion
Em
that be going through they don'ts
That's the type of shit
I shouldn't be going through,
I'm grown
F
Make a nigga hit the road,
cause what he going
Em
through at home?
You ever been coming off a long day?
F
Instead of a massage,
Em
she rub you the wrong way
F
Em
Lou bottoms are red, Tiffany boxes are blue
F
All them women's are old,
the business ventures are new
Em
All your bills are paid,
now how blessed are you?
My bitch trippin',
got me in here sippin' Merlot
F
If I'm with you,
why we arguing about her though?
Em
D
We just cool, baby, really nothing to it
F
If you ain't catch me doing
it, then I ain't do it
Your girlfriend say I ain't shit
Them bitches show they true colors
when the paint chips
Em
Them bitches mad they never
feelin' I'll bank slips
F
So what I need from you
Em
right now ain't lip
D
F
Cause I ain't tryna hear that shit
Harry Potter coat whiter than a dove
Gettin' money feels sweeter
than a mother's love
Em
My mama's a lil' boy sellin' girls
F
Damn, people likin' my blow
Em
Call it Instagrams
28 year olds bought these
potato fanatas
F
Em
Them other niggas pussyfootin',
I just kick it better
F
Em
The goal is to get money,
nigga, nothin' less
F
Em
I never worry about no honeys,
girlie, bees, whatever
They call me a asshole,
shit, I'm gettin' paid
In these New York times,
still dealin' in major
F
Minor thoughts to a boss
Em
who played me straight
D
F
Bricks in my backpack, the trilogy is
Em
F
Fuck you niggas all in the low
No pause, never pause, still meltin' raw
Em
My flow crack, ain't no metaphor,
powder
I really mean that, diplomats, 0 -4
F
I really mean that, or maybe 0 -3
Em
F
Troyev, F -A -B, Brooklyn, B -S -T
Em
Powder, powder, aha
F
Man I'm just out here livin'
Em
that powder life
F
I'm just out here livin'
Em
that powder life
F
Em
Sellin' blocks of that white
F
Em
Niggas need to holla at
me for a good price
Outro 1
Powder
Em
F
Em
D
F
F
Em
F
Em
Merlot Part Deux
Troy Ave
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