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 88 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Producer: MIA JAY C,
Writer: Skilla Baby , Tay B, Sada Baby, Ewm Buck ,
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 88 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em C D Em C D Em Huh? Em (MIA JAY C) Em Merry Christmas Em Happy New Year Em Huh? www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Niggas always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild Em I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle Em Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound Em All facts since a lil' nigga, this Tay B style Em My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront, she like leave out Em I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout Em Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they ass Em I should buy this nigga mama house, make him leave out [VERSE] Em Fire bomb the weed house, can't get no more weed out Em I'll knock your teeth out your mouth and make you bleed out Em When I see a nigga I don't like, shit get violent Em 'Cause I grew up fightin', hearin' police sirens Em Threw the fiends a concert, I got Miley Cyrus Em Hustle all day, then spread that money like a virus Em Huh? All my bitches twenty six and up Em I heard you got a BBL, can you let me fuck? Em In the hood, I'm on tuck, bein' broke, that shit suck Em My new bitch mixed with stallion and Italian, she a mutt Em 'Bout to get rich this year, I can feel it in my gut Em Tryna escape, but the street shit got a hold on me Em I look like a beehive, it's so many hoes on me Em My lil' bitch love hard, she'll sell her soul for me Em Been tryna figure out what to do with all these racks Em I don't take my swipe friends to the gym, them niggas hacks Em My lil' bitch on the G way, you can catch me in the back Em It's so many officers tryna catch me with a strap Em I'm a dog for real, they'll never catch me in the cat Em I'm so quick to tell a bitch nigga to pardon my back, hah www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Niggas always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild Em I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle Em Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound Em All facts since a lil' nigga, this Tay B style Em My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront, she like leave out Em I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout Em Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they ass Em I should buy this nigga mama house and make him leave out [VERSE] Em Yeah, I used to serve niggas with the weed, I got fiends now Em Yeah, I know you used to love this bitch, she fuckin' me now Em Talkin' cash shit, but you can't pull a hundred G's out Em Headshot, then a body shot, watch him bleed out Em Niggas always talkin' killer shit, but don't be killin' shit Em She ask me for some money, I'm like, "Huh?" I'm on my Skilla shit Em Robbin' me, better chance at swallowin' some cinnamon Em I'll hit that pussy all night, but I'm not kissin' it Em Naw, I can't get into it, I am not that intimate Em City dried up with all the Wock', I put some Trish in it Em Hit a bitch, she pullin' me in, she got grip in it Em Nigga, I got real pape', I am not pandemic rich Em Huh, niggas always talkin' on the 'net, ain't really on shit Em Once I came across some real pape', I got lil' bro rich Em Runnin' off with a nigga bag, that's that broke shit Em See, I'm that nigga, they can't fuck with me and they know this [VERSE] Em In Atlanta richer than the Falcons, this Tay B style Em All straps for a lil' nigga if we beefed out (Huh) Em Give your bitch a Perc', she grab my dick and spit a freestyle (Huh) Em Any ho don't like to swallow kids have me creeped out (Huh) Em Firebomb they traphouse, can't get no more racks now (Huh) Em Can't sell no more crack now, Dwayne Johnson, Smackdown (Huh) Em Pookie need his fix, but that Chris Rock got slapped out (Huh) Em Next move ain't mapped out, ex bitch just tapped out Em Listen, all my bitches rich and dumb as fuck, huh Em Heard your nigga went to jail like come and suck my nuts, huh Em I'm off Percocets and they ho tryna turn it up, huh Em Tryna calm down, but that get hot got a hold on me, huh Em I done lied to every bitch that I can think of Em Hit 'em with that rerock, but can't never get no rerun, uh, uh Em Every ho know who I'm is when they see blood Em Them niggas gangster on the internet, see Casada, don't speak up, duh [VERSE] Em Grow the work in Oakland, but I just left OKC Em Now I'm out in Jersey gettin' off like I'm KD Em All these diamonds on me, now these bitches think I'm Tay B Em Huh? Huh? Fuck you mean? Bitch, this an AP Em Bustdown, say cheese Em Get 'em out for thirty six, I only paid eighteen Em That was 2018 Em Double up my chicken, turn a four to an eight piece Em Turn my bike into a Porsche, we can race, this bitch a sport Em Turn your wife into a whore, turn my Nikes to Dior Em Still plugged in the Lex', them fiends callin' me for more Em Opps still sendin' threats, man, they must ain't checked the score Em At the game courtside, spillin' liquor on the floor [CHORUS] Em Niggas always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild Em I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle Em Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound Em All facts since a lil' nigga, this Tay B style Em My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront, she like leave out Em I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout Em Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they ass Em I should buy this nigga mama house, make him leave out
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