T’D chords by
Chief Keef
Chief Keef

N/A
Key: C# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I got shows,
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I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas,
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I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got
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Benihanas
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I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
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Don't give a fuck about him,
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I do me
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Don't give a fuck about them,
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I be T'd
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I be T'd
Verse 2
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from my feet
to my jeans to my wrist
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From the bling on my rib
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to the bling in my ear
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And the bling on my neck,
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try to take it, got a TEC
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Got a MAC, go brrat, leave you wet,
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stankin' ass
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I don't sell PT's, bitch,
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I sell shine
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Fuck with me and you'll be glo-
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in' all the time
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Too much ice in my watch,
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I can't tell the time
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I tried to tell the time and
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that shit made me blind
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I got a 40, got a four- five, got a nine
I hop out with the nine,
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all my racks start divin'
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You better been takin' swimmin'
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classes or you'll be dyin'
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After I take you out that flour,
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you'll be fryin'
Verse 3
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I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns,
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I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas,
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I got karma
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I got Wokcanos, don't
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got Benihanas
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I got cars, I got cribs,
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I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him,
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I do me
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Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
Verse 4
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I be T'd, I be T'd, countin' G's,
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smokin' B's with my B's
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Out in Cali fuckin' with the C's
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and the B's
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Chiraq ass nigga, sting like a bumblebee
Soon as I pull off,
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police start followin' me
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Soon as I hopped out the car,
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your bitch start talkin' to me
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You ain't tryna give me top? Bitch,
don't talk to me
I be hoppin' in my car,
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she be tryna walk with me
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I count the money
with no finger tips
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Look me up, Bing this shit
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Google this shit, Yahoo this shit
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Tell me what you think,
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read this shit
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You steady talkin' cash money,
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me, I don't believe this shit
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I be walkin' 'round with money,
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you know I be T'd with it
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I got shows,
Verse 5
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I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas,
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they be on it
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I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
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I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
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I got Wokcanos, don't
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got Benihanas
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I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
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Don't give a fuck about him,
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I do me
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Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd

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