Super Tuesday! chords by JPEGMAFIA

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Verse 1
Cm 
C 
Gm 
Cm 
Yo
Yeah
Gm 
C 
How you rappin' all your life
Fm 
and you ain't profit? (Hm)
Eb 
How you tryna be punk and you ain't
moshin'? (Pssh)
C 
How you tryna book a tour but you ain't pop
Fm 
pin'? (For real)
Nigga think he Steph Curry, boy,
Eb 
you Ilgauskas
Gm 
C 
Pop filter, bump stockin'
Fm 
One shot turn Steve
Bb 
Bannon into Steve Hawking
Eb 
Bb 
R. Kelly, jiggalo, I'm dough
Gm 
pilin'
Eb 
But I don't fuck with little kids, bitch,
Cm 
I ain't Woody Allen
Gm 
C 
How you let a nigga run you out your
Fm 
own city? (Word)
How you never catch a win,
Bb 
Eb 
but you catchin' feelings? (Yeah)
Gm 
I ain't tryna have debates,
C 
Fm 
I just bake bitches
Put a price on your head,
Eb 
send my niggas fishin'
Gm 
Boy, you really Craig Mack
C 
Fm 
but you think you Diddy
Put this fuck nigga in a bag,
Eb 
he the new Missy
Gm 
Eb 
C 
Am 
B 
G 
How you let a nigga call you nig ga?
Eb 
Fm 
C 
F 
E 
Fm 
B 
Fm 
C 
E 
Fm 
F 
Em 
Am 
(Psh, hahaha)

Verse 2
Dm 
Uh
C 
More money, less fame, push
my tracks deep
These niggas ain't reviewin'
your music, they reviewin' you
Am 
C 
Keep it to yourself, get your money, baby,
Am 
keep doin' you
C 
F 
Step out of line and show these
Plaxicos what the Ruger do
C 
Now who is you? Double
barrel, twin magic
Gm 
Hit the W,  go through the roof
C 
Base swell up and go
F 
through the coupe
Pacin' at this nigga house like Peggy finna hula hoop,
uh
Lines around the block feel like
Dm 
F 
Su  per Tuesday
C 
Bad leather Biden, baby,
G 
we need new things
C 
Makin'  love to your girl, pullin'
Am 
tracks out the strings
F 
Bb 
Pat the weave, I gotta water
E 
F 
the soil 'fore I plant the seed
Am 
Lots of information
C 
in these bars and schemes
Gm 
These niggas  basic,
Bb 
C 
all they know is jokes and memes
F 
Now let's face it, you hate
me because you ain't me
You think because I mention forums
C 
E 
we the same type of dweeb?
G 
Fifth up in your face when I
C 
Em 
catch you off- key
Eb 
This is how it taste when you
C 
talkin', don't read
F 
Nipples on my suit,
C 
I'm lookin' for Mr. Freeze, count the green
I don't got fans, I got fiends, what
G 
you mean?
Show up to the studio,
C 
Fm 
I'm dressed like Harley Queen
F 
C 
Eb 
I don't want no picture, give a fuck about
C 
your 'zine
Snitches gettin' Christian, hope
Am 
you rat up on your team
Tell me all your secrets, pour
C 
out one Lil B
G 
C 
Tony Braxton pistol had 'em talkin'
in his sleep
Bm 
These niggas don't rap, they
incriminate on beat
Em 
All I do is spit facts, get
C 
money, make heat
Am 
Spit up in her ass,
let her know that I'm a freak, don't speak
Bm 
Fm 