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LIL BABY feat 42 DUGG, VEEZE – U-Digg Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

LIL BABY feat 42 DUGG, VEEZE – U-Digg Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 17 June 2022. The vocals are by Lil Baby , 42 Dugg, Veeze, the music is produced by Antt Beatz, and the lyrics are written by Jeezy, Drumma Boy, Robert Hill, Antt Beatz, Lil Baby, 42 Dugg , Veeze.
This song is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 74 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.

 
Original Key: E Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 74
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
 Em
 (Antt did the track)

 [VERSE] 
 Em
 'Rari sittin' on twenty fours, ya dig?
 Em
 I cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role, ya dig?
 Em
 A couple million plus I spent on clothes, ya dig?
 Em
 Bitch actin' like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, ya dig?
 Em
 These lame ass rappers tryna see if I fucked they bitch, you know I did
 Em
 Got three hundred pounds at the spot and 
 Em
 they all disappeared, you know where they went (What?)
 Em
 Ain't worried about a ho tellin' her best friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich
 Em
 Got four five hoes on a jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit (Yeah)
 Em
 I'm a hot head but my heart cold, that bitch just won't unthaw
 Em
 I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke, that shit ain't in my thoughts
 Em
 I'm a real player, if you play it wrong, you can't keep the shit that I bought
 Em
 Got white girl like Mary Jane, trap swingin' like Pete Parker
 Em
 Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doin' the shit I taught him
 Em
 On Rodeo in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
 Em
 Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
 Em
 Wanna sneak diss, it's cool though, but your ass better not get caught (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
 
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 [CHORUS] 
 Em
 Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig? (Dig)
 Em
 Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, ya dig? (Dig)
 Em
 This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig? (Nah)
 Em
 Nigga shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? (Shh)
 Em
 These lame ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Alright)
 Em
 When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real (Ooh)
 Em
 I'm heavy handed pouring in, all my cups be over spilled
 Em
 I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill

 [VERSE] 
 Em
 That lil' hunnid thou', I made that shit five times, no deally (Fuck)
 Em
 He rap about opps but ain't put them hoes down, he silly (Haha)
 Em
 I'ma shop when I land, I ain't gotta take no bags, each city (Yeah)
 Em
 I'm fuckin' his bitch and talkin' about it in my raps, he gon' kill me
 Em
 I'm walkin' a check, got six fifty on each leg, ya dig? (Yeah)
 Em
 Dollar Faygo, now it's worth a band, ya dig? (Ooh)
 Em
 Amiri flannel blue, I'm dressed like Craig, ya dig? (Ooh)
 Em
 Just like Simon, bitch, better do what I say, ya dig?
 Em
 I go to the club with it on me, I seen niggas die tryna run to the whip, yeah
 Em
 My life is a movie like Paid in Full, my uncles, they hate that I'm rich, yeah
 Em
 I might go to hell, I'll ice skate with the devil before I put faith in a bitch
 Em
 I fucked her so good, she ain't ask for the money, I was 'posed to be payin' her rent
 Em
 I'm givin' the blicks to the shorties for free, but they only get paid for a hit
 Em
 I'm capital P, how I'm peelin' these pints and paintin' these pops like Prince, yeah
 Em
 It come out the wrapper, it shine and glisten, it look like the flake of a fish
 Em
 The way I was kickin' my pimpin', a regular nigga, he can't even dig (Damn)
 Em
 I done dressed up, all my cups look like Suge Knight, you know they red
 Em
 My Glock so switched, it went from Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans
 Em
 Who that flew by in the 'Rari, same color Trae Young? You know that's twin
 Em
 I done fucked this ho for a year, I ain't go on no date, she know we friends (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
 
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 [CHORUS] 
 Em
 Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig?
 Em
 Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, ya dig?
 Em
 This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig?
 Em
 Nigga shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig?
 Em
 These lame ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Nah)
 Em
 When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real
 Em
 I'm heavy handed pouring in, all my cups be over spilled
 Em
 I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill

 [VERSE] 
 Em
 I'd rather chase that check, that bag, stash nine Ms over G.
 Em
 Damn right, I got a dime, they don't see me
 Em
 I was probably wearin' Tru's before Chief Keef
 Em
 Drop a five in the Sprite, bitch, pink, pink (Yeah)
 Em
 If I knock a bitch down, hear, "Ding, ding"
 Em
 Time to go, Chrome Hearts vest four thousand (Yeah)
 Em
 What about the coat? Turnt young nigga, I know
 Em
 Never surrender, niggas askin' why I tote, bet if I up, I blow
 Em
 Fucked they bitch, I know, hundred Gs, five for a show, nigga
 Em
 I got the 'Cat, the Track', the Urus, the 'Bach, I bet if I call she fuck (Hello?)
 Em
 I got T Rex the bike, TRX the truck, that shit like two hundred somethin' plus
 Em
 I'm the turntest nigga you know from the city, you dig?
 Em
 Bitch, if we catch him, you know we gon' kill him, on my kids
 Em
 This Big Em shit so for real, I still spin just for the thrill
 Em
 But where you at? I'm on his heels, pull up on me, I'm at LIV (Miami)

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