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Wanna be a g chords by DZ

  • Em

  • C

  • Am

Intro 1
Em
C
Em
C
Em
C
Em
Verse 1
Em
C
Em
Mr.
Barcellini heated hot as hell,
C
Em
hella hollow tips, hitting nigga hollow when he fell
Keepin' it bossy, motherfucker
C
Diamonds and gold, that's to a stutter
In my rhymes,
cause my wrist gets frozen
Em
Smokin' the purple kush,
holdin' my thumper
C
Slumpin' in the gutter, golden state
Em
Warrior blue hummer, I'm
from the land of the
Motherfuckers that don't be
playin' no games
C
Em
It's the game, but it's not a game
Bitch niggas get slain, slingin' things
Hell naw, this nigga for real, y 'all
C
Spice, spit hot slugs on a platter
Em
Serve him off, this nigga wet strap
Shoulda strapped yourself
C
Bust his ass with his Glock
Till the plastic melt
Em
How many niggas you know
C
Still up in the game,
better choke a motherfucker to death
Em
With a platinum chain, Mr. Parcellini
Born to die, die ballin',
C
keep some motherfuckin' heatin'
Em
And cuttin' these hoes
callin'
Motherfuckers wanna talk that,
C
don't wanna walk that
Em
Wan na be a G, but they scared
Gotta be ready to pop that,
C
when they don't pop back
Em
When it's funk, I got no fear
Motherfuckers wanna talk that,
C
don't wanna walk that
Em
Wan na be a G, but they scared
Gotta be ready to pop that,
C
when they don't pop back
Em
I know you ain't talkin' to me,
C
motherfucker
Em
You wanna be a G, motherfucker
Keep talkin' and you gon' see,
motherfucker
C
You already know what it's gon' be,
Em
motherfucker
Better give your momma
C
your second set of keys
Cause when I see you,
Em
I'ma let the llama squeeze
Then take your kids to Bahama Breeze
C
An d fuck your bitch in a
Em
Ba hama breeze
Am
I'm bout that life and all the shit,
homie
That's why I ride with
Em
a 30 round clip on me
I get money so haters wanna mug funny
C
Em
So many carrots in the chain
I look like Bugs Bunny
Am
I got a thousand dollar watch on me
C
Em
The federal government gotta watch on me
So I'm getting rap money
like Kurt Cobain
C
Em
Run up on me homie
C
and I'll squirt those thangs
Em
Motherfuckers wanna talk that
C
Don't wanna walk that
Em
Wanna be a G but they scared
Gotta be ready to pop that
C
When they down pop back
Em
When it's funk I got no fear
Motherfuckers wanna talk that,
C
don't wanna walk that
Em
Wan na be a G, but they scared
Gotta be ready to pop that,
C
when they don't pop back
Em
With this funk,
C
Em
C
I got no fear
Em
C
Em
C
you
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