Snooze you lose chords by 
Mg Sleepy 
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Key: B major•
Verse 1
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E
Slap the back, day and night,
from point A to B
Why y niggas sellin' all that bunk
if I'm bout 80 C's?
If I say what's in my trunk,
you might not see me free
Blacked out and then I got to
swingin' like I seen a bee
Big up this bitch
and get to singin' like Alicia Keys
Dirty nigga callin' for an A
if I'm finna let it ring
Bro said he slappin' A to B,
I'm slappin' A to Z
Finna talk some dog shit, I
had to hit up King
Bro said I'm in the wrong hood,
I told he make me leave
Bitch keep on callin' me for a dick,
told her leave me be
I just took a n***a strap, I'm like,
let me see Rob a n***a with the frog eyes off the ecstasy
Freak bitch, suck my soul,
got the best of me
And I did a year of turnaround,
it's the check for me
Bitch got the dick suckin',
take her to the room
Now he mad he got his bitch
fuckin' courtesy of blues
Ayy, bitch, and we ain't talkin' clues
Yeah, I got a roadie full of tools,
and all he do is shoot
Workin' for twelve,
I had my tula,
almost flipped the coupe
N****s always smokin'
on that booth
inside the fuckin' stew
I get to two -steppin',
takin' off my shoes
This a big gun and knock the head
off a fuckin' moose
And I'm fresh off a sting,
and it ain't a juice
Had to pop a n***a, uh, alright
Had to pop a n***a
cause he thought I was a
rappin' dude
N***a, fuck that bullshit,
you be rappin' too
Played the opp music in the party
and I clapped the room
They was sleepin' on a n***a,
you snooze, you lose
Bitch, n***a say it's on the flow,
then play it cool
Bitch, n***a said he had a bag,
must be April Fools
And if I had my type of cash,
I'd hate me too
I just got a medal for the bag,
I done paid my dues
Bitch is doin' whatever for some cash,
B
she done sold her nudes
E
Then left for flight, OT, then I put 30 up
Niggas always rappin' bout some shit,
but I ain't got thirty bucks
Yeah, I get it in the six,
but from the dirty glove
If my nigga swing, I guess I swing,
B
it ain't no one -on -ones
E
Momma lookin' at her son,
love who I become
Cause every time I fumble the sack,
she see me double up
I'ma get it off for pills,
I want a hundred plus
And I ain't even thinkin' bout a bitch
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until she suckin' fuck
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsF# E B D#m
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Capo: 4
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