WYF@ chords by Damedot

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Verse 1
F 
Am 
I lost my granny,
I ain't know what to do with me
F 
All my hoes having problems,
what the fuck they got to do with me?
They only think I give a fuck
about fast cars and jewelry
E 
Am 
Sometimes I wonder would she
fuck me if I wasn't me?
It seemed like the love
F 
Am 
just came out the blue suddenly
F 
You smell that Baccarat 540
when you hug on me
I ain't under arrest
Am 
E 
Am 
but she tryna put some cuffs on me
I heard a few of her friends
tryna fuck on me
She only tryna link
F 
Am 
F 
cause it's watching these buffs
I'm walking around feeling crazy than
a bitch with all this hutch on me
Am 
I'm walkin' round with a   dub
on my last bitch
G 
One real, I got a realer one
Am 
Post a mo' out the seal,
I don't feel it yet
F 
Pies so fresh off the farm,
they ain't sell it yet
Put her pussy on the list,
E 
F 
E 
I ain't kill it yet
Am 
Bro, I think these Perkys fake,
I don't feel them yet
All I got is my bars and this kill tech
F 
How the fuck is you a drug dealer
and make a sale yet?
You broke as hell, you need to get a pill,
E 
Grant
Am 
Bitch, I got balls in the air,
F 
where the mail at?
Am 
She text me water emojis
with the eggplant
F 
She got some fire cooch,
but her head wet
I'm tired of fuckin' on your ass,
Am 
where your friends   at?
I'm cold as hell, I'm anemic
These niggas fake, gotta see
F 
Don't want your pussy, you can keep it
Her head was soakin' wet,
I tried to clean it with a Kleenex
Ain't talkin' bout no songs
E 
Am 
when I hit him with the re  mix
I'm ridin' with the Reaper,
bitch, I'm my brother's keeper
That ice a little cheaper,
F 
I think I need a beeper
The way these hoes callin' me
I can't get these hoes off
E 
Am 
Bro, this is what I be doin'
if I wasn't rappin'
I told him I be in the streets
Just tryna make it happen
F 
When you playin' with a check,
it's like it's camera action
I can tell in your eyes
you ain't happy for me
Am 
I ain't never had the hoes laughin' at me
C 
Am 
Get your ass on the curb,
cause you bad for the streets
F 
It feel like the world on my shoulders
I'm in blood sport,
Am 
more my son dependin' on a n***a
I'm on my way to sin,
but it's Christian on a n***a
I got my racks up,
F 
drop a ticket on a n***a
The plug takes an X,
why I go missin' on a n***a
Heard you wanted me to fumble
Am 
She one suckin' dick,
I ain't give that ho
F 
Am 
I'm Mr. H2,
I ain't talkin' bout the Hummer
F 
She thought she was bout to
get her back,
what a bummer
But I don't give a fuck,
this a rich nigga summer
E 
Am 
I feel like the world on my shoulders
My heart gettin' colder
F 
It seem like my neck gettin' colder
She thought she had me goin',
Am 
but I hold her
I used to use the, to get the over
F 
You used to be my dog, but it's over
She said she don't know real,
Am 
so I showed her