P's & Q's chords by Yukmouth
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Your P's your Q's,
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your P's your Q's
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Your P's your Q's,
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your P's your Q's
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Got P's, got Q's,
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got P's, got Q's
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Got P's, got Q's,
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what the fuck you playin' on now?
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Zilla, all gas, no black in my mouth
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Cat piss by the pound,
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niggas know the pack is loud
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I got to knock em down like Pacquiao
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Lookin' for a holly berry higher
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the Atlas cloud
Vegas nights cause my paper right
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Boss niggas shakin' dice
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under Vegas lights
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It's all a game of life,
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you gotta play it right
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I'm like Mike, takin' flight,
nigga, day and night
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Cartier, wood frames, 24k
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Dom Perignon, black bottle, boy, rosé
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Roll the lot,
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papers with the road tray
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Cushion, no chicken, chicken chipotle
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The scopes say we winnin',
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you niggas losin'
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It's all gas, no brakes,
you niggas cruisin'
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Sleep for the week,
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you niggas snoozin'
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I got these bitches choosin',
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OG in my Cuban
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Your peas, your cubes,
your peas, your cubes
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Your peas, your cubes,
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your peas, your cubes
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Got peas, got cubes,
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got peas, got cubes
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Got peas, got cubes,
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what the fuck you wanna do?
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Hold up, nigga, droppin' mixtapes,
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never paid the bills
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I'm makin' Skrill, Gorillaz,
Royce, and Layton feel
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Them sacred hills,
got boss niggas who makin' meals
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I'm tryna take a field trip,
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boy, let's make a deal
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This spindle wheel's a fortune,
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and them Porsche's
sittin' on forges
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Turbos, 500 horses
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Smokey the bear,
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my stick full of that forest
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This outdoor shit got the shad
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ow lookin' so gorgeous
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Yo, OG shadow, that's for the dabbers
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That new wave is dope, man,
it's for the trappers
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Everybody talkin' the same thing,
it don't matter
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When I pull out the hammer,
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they screamin',
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Erica, Dabra, Blacka, Massa,
Cushion, and Cigarello
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Back in the ghetto,
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we had to mix, call it camello
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To ride dirty with 30 pecs
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in back of the Merro Like Meek Mill to reach mills,
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my nigga, it's levels
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Your peas, your cubes,
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your peas, your cubes
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Your peas, your cubes,
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your peas, your cubes
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Got peas, got cubes, got peas, got cubes
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Got P's, got Q's,
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what the fuck we flame on, nigga?
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Guess we slidin' through
Eureka with the reefer
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Up there, I get em' cheaper,
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Jay Pine, Khalifa
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Get into the trap, then set it off, Latifah
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This is real life, man,
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quarterbacks and receivers
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Touchdowns and sacks,
Hail Marys and run plates
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Football Sunday, no, I'm Mickey Monday
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Next day air,
they pick em' up on the runway
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Bible in my hands,
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don't give a nigga that gunplay
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Gas, got that 91 up,
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and it's strictly for my niggas
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like that 91 pockets
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Chopper got a nose like the 91 shot,
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out the whole hundred rounds,
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gave em 91 shots, bang
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Crop season niggas lookin' for a reason,
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it's Thanksgiving, I bring it to the table,
niggas eatin'
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Crop season niggas lookin' for a reason
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to start squeezin'
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and leave one of you fuck niggas bleedin' I play silver
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Take it over my brother, take it over
Take it over my brother, take it over
P's & Q's
Yukmouth
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