YFN LUCCI – 7.62 Chords and Lyrics

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YFN LUCCI - 7.62 Chords and Lyrics

This song is from the album HIStory(2019), released on 12 December 2019.
Vocals: Yfn Lucci ,
Producer(s): TnTXD , Dmac,
Writer(s): Yfn Lucci ,


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Scale: E Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]

 [Intro]
  C                D Em
 Pipe that shit up TnT
  Em                      C D Em
 Dmac on the fuckin' track
   D    C    D    Em
 I say, uh, oh, yeah, look

 [VERSE]
  Em
 In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted
   C            D    Em
 The grill gold-plated, my crib still gated
 Em                                    D
 But we ain't used to have not a dollar, who gon' take it
   C               D                     Em
 Robberies in Grand Theft Auto, I can't fake it
   Em
 They told me don't be trippin' about it, I can't save it
 C             D       Em
 A whole lotta bring problems
  Em                                                   D
 But if a nigga play, we gon' get him murdered tomorrow
  D                   C
 Wanna see me demonstrate?
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        C        D                     Em
 '87 tea top Cultey, put it on the interstate
    Em
 Solitaire [?], they can't even see my face
  C             D          Em
 These hoes they want me to chase
  Em
 I don't keep my sneakers laced
   Em                    D
 I don't ride [?] my key can't go to no valet

 C
 Flew my cars out to LA
  D              Em
 I saw so many posin' and bitch we gon' need to vacate
 Em
 We been off for some decades
   C               D   Em
 Look, smokin' grade A, but in school I got low grades
  Em                        D
 Get that boy a box of perfume, he got [?]

        C                D     Em
 Look, throw that boy a .62, we don't throw shade
   Em
 I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly
        C       D         Em
 Look, I'ma die, in these Cuban links, I feel like [?]
   Em                                   D
 Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role

         C                           D           Em
 Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty
   Em
 Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me
             C                D               Em
 Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony
   Em                   D
 You gon' do, what The Who, I ain't homie

     C       D
 Lab man, he got [?] by the
     Em
 Ain't no cappin', I spent you advance on little homie
  C                D           Em
 We gon' get it [?] we don't land til the morning, huh
   Em                             D
 Matter fact, gon' hit 'em up while I'm performin', huh

 C                       D                  Em
 I just got another grill, call me George Foreman, huh
 Em
 I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry, huh
  C              D         Em
 How you niggas do it, bitch you worser than a woman, huh
  Em                       D
 Anybody get it nigga, show me my opponent, huh

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 C               D                 Em
 I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this
 Em
 I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch
   C                   D        Em
 I been goin' through some shit, flip out, give the Juul a hit
 Em                              D
 On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style

 C            D                      Em
 I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket
 Em
 When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin'
   C                  D       Em
 When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me
 Em                                      D                       C D Em
 When I ain't have my swagger right the hoe wouldn't even fuck me

            Em
 I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me
               C      D        Em
 I know that [?] real good, I just can't put down the shit
  Em                                      D
 I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it
 
                     C
 Look at where I live
             D                Em
 You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib
    Em
 I pay more than G. for it
 
            C             D         Em
 Every day I spend some shit, every thing I'm in be lit
           Em                                D
 Everything I thing about it, I be tryna spend some shit
       C             D      Em
 Long live all of my niggas where we done came
  Em                                        C D Em 
 Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard
 
  

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