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Separation chords by Doov

  • Am

  • Dm

  • G

  • E

  • Em

  • F

Verse 1
Am
Dm
G
Oh,
E
Am
Dm
you say you got your eye to die
G
and they down to ride
But trust me, baby,
they don't wanna die with you
Am
Dm
Al most had a couple hom icides
G
over Twitter beef
Yeah, it's that deep,
E
I can't even lie with you
Am
You ain't never been
Dm
G
masked up in the backseat
I swear, lady, baby,
E
that's the way we
solve this
Am
Dm
You surely wanna be a trap queen,
G
man, I wonder why
When the spot was hot, she
ain't goin' side with you
Am
Dm
You be standin' on the bleachers
Em
while you preachin'
G
To the congregation, huh?
E
Who you saving, huh?
Am
Don't compare me,
Dm
Em
the sep aration I be on the pavement
G
E
Small talking, Satan make negotiations
Am
Y 'all too ineffective,
Dm
this the in novation
Em
Spend a thousand nights
G
working in the basement
E
Am
Just to go escape it for your information
Dm
G
I ain't never told, I'm not a soul
E
All this shit I know, I'm going to the grave
Am
With facts, my ex blowing up
Dm
my phone
Em
Like I fucking owe something
G
E
And you tripping if you think I hit her back
Am
Dm
I'm too removed, this the separation
G
I fuck bitches who was getting
model paychecks
E
When I still had kicks
Am
that I had copped from
Dm
Let's end the conversation,
Em
G
maybe I should say, let's hold it, hold it
I think I know why they hatin',
Am
maybe cause I been gettin' cash like a baby
Like Weezy, like Drapey, too easy, like ABC
I set the table,
F
don't ask where your plate be
You make decisions,
you don't get the benefit
Am
I'm with the gang and you don't
have a membership
Dm
Canada Goose in the summer,
Am
we ain't left December yet
Call up the troops and assemble them
F
You in the booth is a problem for many men
Dm
Am
I, I feel like 50 cause I,
Dm
I'm finna get rich or die
Am
I could bag bitches and sweats
F
in some slot like a suit and a tie
Dm
F
Am
You couldn't try, ah, ah
Dm
Please do not step out of line
Am
Dm
Shit is a eye for an eye
Am
But all of my team seein' fine
And we feelin' more than alive
Swervin' and hang out the ride, ah
F
Am
Dm
Am
You know that I'm exit nine
Seven, three, two, I reside
Dm
Am
When nobody swallow they pride
F
And they quick to hate if you shine
Dm
And switch on your side
F
Am
And bitches is cloud chasin',
Dm
mouth bracin'
Am
Rap pers snitchin' true poly
Dm
on the same shit
Am
Please do not compare me,
this is separation
Wash your mouth and take me out the conversation
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
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