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Welcome to the Wild chords by SL

  • Em

  • Cm

    3
  • B

    2
  • G#m

    4
  • G#

    4
  • Am

  • F#dim

    4
  • F#m

    2
  • C

  • Cdim

    3
  • D

Verse 1
Em
Cm
B
Em
B
Cm
B
Yeah,
Em
B
Em
yeah
Verse 2
B
Nigga, welcome to the wild, Selhurst Road,
Cm
where the goons be
B
Top of the road we catch them clowns,
Em
sweet one, tell her come right now
B
But she wanna tell me 'bout upsuh, 'bout
G#m
G#
Cm
upsuh, tell her come down town
B
Fat pack in the trunk, it's kickin' prolific,
Em
they wouldn't smell a man out
No way could you tell me 'bout drought, hombre,
B
Cm
I got the maddest of loud
B
2- 2's zeng on the twee, damn, twiss up,
Em
best fix up or you're getting put down
B
G#m
But true say, the plug play games sometimes,
B
got me feelin' foolish
Cm
Am
B
Got me waitin' for time, but that ain't a drought,
Em
my darg, that's a minor shortage
B
My nigga are you feelin' awkward? The
F#dim
plug threw you the pack and I caught it
Cm
Now I'm sittin' in my gaff,
B
hella ammi on my lap and it's waitin' to get transported
Em
Get the amm' with the flave's 'cah I love it,
B
F#m
same way I get the ackee with the salt fish
B
Cm
They don't make no bread, they're bluffin',
B
they're in the bedroom tryna get it all in
Em
Done it all on my ones,
B
F#dim
no help bro, put 'em in the young G's but it was the wrong call
Cm
C
Try dash them the pack,
Am
B
yeah, I try dash them the pack but them boy playin' dodge ball
Em
B
Other side stay steady with the long tool,
F#m
niggas on S, so I step with cau tion
Cm
C
Am
Cm
B
She suckin' it off, and she score pulls
man I really wish I never have daughters
Em
Vacant strip got me doin' up
B
camp in the opp boy waters
F#dim
Cdim
Got me feel in' like
a rasclart tortoise
B
I would've banged that mash, oh gosh,
Em
them boy there fortunate

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Verse 3
F#dim
Cdim
B
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Em
She said she don't
Verse 4
B
trust me 'cah
F#dim
Cm
I might crush her heart
B
Darlin' move out my way,
Em
I'm tryna' crush my bud
Here she goes like it's too late
D
to tell her don't start
F#m
Cm
C
Cm
She asked me if I like her hair,
B
I told her that I like my funds
Em
B
'Cah nig ga, I was brought up on that Selhurst block,
F#dim
kickin' ball with Dennis in a Tottenham top
Cm
Circle get smaller and smaller,
B
you know how it goes, nah, I don't trust a lot
Em
B
Like I had my man, saw him and they didn't do shit,
B
F#dim
like that's another one gone
Cm
Am
B
That done ain't my don, if he sees that don and don't drop that don,
Em
oh gosh, oh gosh
B
Yeah the pack came in,
Cdim
but it ain't shit, I do my job
B
En route to the wickedest bitch,
Em
and she roll with the wickedest flock
B
Man, I know she a thot,
B
bro tellin' me time will tell
Cdim
Cm
B
Got me sittin' back like
Cm
Em
tick tock
B
Don't ask how I slapped your bitch no rubbers,
F#m
Cm
how you eat that apple pie with no custard?
B
Bro's on the opp block, do as he say so, if not,
Em
then he's fuckin' up your function
B
Not long ago we were playin' with play- doh,
F#dim
Cdim
now these big- packs come real pungent
Cm
B
I don't know what games you're playin',
Em
cock- block clown, I call obstruction
B
Big toys that are drillin' man's brain, bro,
F#m
B
nah B, we don't take instructions
C
Cm
B
Like I be tryna' have a fiddle in the middle,
Em
while it was me I be gettin' interruptions
B
Like when it's you, you were never interrupted,
Cm
she got booty full of corruption
C
Am
B
Shit, I don't mind,
Outro 1
I'm corrupted
Em
Cm
B
Em
Cdim
Cm
B
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