Shabba chords by Dave East

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Intro 1

Verse 1
G 
I got enough hoes on me
I am not thirsty
When I was in the club in a white shirt
LV's my feet cause my knife's hurt
Rollin' with a light purr, bigger like her
I need a diaper,
shittin' all over these lanes
My side of town is insane
D 
They ridin' with semis,
G 
you rockin' your Fendi
You probably get killed for your chain
Don't come through shinin'
Them choppers'll blow out your brain
I switched it to rhymin'
Cause the drug game is insane
Got a new 4 .5,
Bb 
I just polished this mornin'
Take on my mind while I'm yawnin'
F 
Em 
Money get low, I just hit my connect
You done lost all your shit
G 
cause you pawned it
Em 
In the coupe with the bad hoes
She's back,
G 
told her,  give me some brain
Em 
G 
Em 
She said, East, you a asshole
G 
So I dropped her ass off by the train
Em 
G 
Most of these rappers is lame
Fuckin' up half of the game
I'm really outside in the jungle
With lions, but I don't complain
Smoke till I'm out of my brain
I don't hear nothin' you sayin'
D 
I was runnin' around with the haze
G 
Locals outside with the cane
Summertime, it get mad cold
Seein' the bodies just
droppin' broad day
I'm from Harlem with a cash flow
My Dominican's all on Broadway
Bb 
D 
Trappin' all night
No talk, seen a nigga walk up
G 
Chalked up, clappin' on sight
Never sold coke,
I ain't rappin' bout white
That lil' 8 -ball don't count,
but I'm nice with the OG
OG taught me how to box
Baggin' up grams, black,
show me how to cook
See, hand power, I ain't talkin' bout a block
I had two bells last time I got booked
Kinda skinny, but my dick ain't
Got your bitch wet like a fish tank
Low limits to the shit in the big tank
Am 
You niggas talkin' lil' money
G 
with a big bank
Worked a couple bitches off of mixtape
Few white girls up in Penn State
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't next up
Got money but I can't afford a mistake
Walk up in this bitch like I'm Jay -Z
I was in the projects, no AC
Gettin' cash so I dash like I'm Stacey Me
and Cash countin' cash down in AC
Cop the AP
Got a penny but it's clockwork
Makaveli with my celly like a pot verse
I ain't into poppin' back,
I'ma pop first
Drowned on the right,
workin' make your block hurt
I got enough hoes on me, I am not thirst
When I was in the club in a white shirt
LV's on my feet cause my
knife's hurt
Rollin' up a light purrp, think I like her
I need a diaper,
shittin' all over these lames
My side of town is insane
Dm 
They ridin' with Simmies,
G 
you rockin' your Fendi
You probably get killed for your chain
Don't come through shinin'
Them choppers'll block your brain
I switched it to rhymin'
Cause the drug game isn't the same
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