Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
C#m
G#m
C#m
Uh, yeah- yeah- yeah
G#m
Tell me if you comfortable with it
Verse 2
C#m
Uh, lay on the couch
and let's get busy
A
C#m
Type to make you fuck 'til you finish,
yeah, uh
Lean in the Fanta got me feeling fucking dizzy,
whoa
Verse 3
A
C#m
I just took a shot of that Henny,
uh (oh yeah)
Immediately got me losing my mind and
A
G#m
C#m
If they want the smoke, then I'm ready (I'm ready,
yuh)
She got a hold on me,
I told her, "Hold tight"
Verse 4
C#m
Aleyuh, you wanted a neck so cold
Put that shit in the freezer, oh
But we don't have to
take that road
A
C#m
Save your money, Aleyuh
G#m
C#m
G#m
Save it up, yeah
C#m
Run it, run it, run it, run it up,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G#m
C#m
You Keep me stuck here
All I need for you to roll a blunt,
G#m
yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
G#m
I ain't picky, bitch, I want it all
C#m
Fifty bitches,
I'm gon' ride 'em all
Get them bitches outside,
G#m
C#m
please don't let them in at all
Yeah, I got one bitch and she got it all,
Verse 5
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
G#m
C#m
Yeah, roll up, I'm on your side
Keep applying pressure
to the fucking sky
G#m
Drop- top, I pop up for when we pull
C#m
up Aleyuh, yeah, yeah
A
C#m
For you girl, I fly, yeah
A
Watch that little bitch, yeah
C#m
She's up out here in Arizona, what up?
I might
And I, yeah
A
You keep talking on me
C#m
I don't know that bitch, yeah
Driving through the city,
drinking berry soda
G#m
C#m
When I'm with your bitch, no,
I'm never sober
Bumping through the get- up, thought
I woulda told ya?
G#m
Your lil' bitch, she tryna
suck my dick, yeah
C#m
A
C#m
I'm balling up the front
like I'm the king, yeah
If I want some, I get up and call
Naveed
Verse 6
C#m
G#m
C#m
Hey, Naveed, you're in deep shit,
A
it's Chris
C#m
Why is that guy, Dan's voice still on my
A
F#m
A
C#m
A
message? Get rid of it
C#m
A
C#m
I said eight times, get rid of it, I swear to god,
I'm gonna come in
I'm gonna grab the phone and
I'm gonna smash it on your desk
Look, I need you to call me because
D- ray is calling with questions
Call me when you get in, bye
Verse 7
C#m
Lean in the Fanta got me feeling fucking dizzy,
whoa
A
C#m
I just took a shot of that Henny
(oh yeah)
Immediately got me losing my mind and
If they want the smoke,
then I'm ready (I'm ready, yuh)
G#m
She got a hold on me, I told her,
C#m
G#m
C#m
"Hold tight"
Verse 8
C#m
Aleyuh, she wanted a neck so cold
Put that shit in the freezer, whoa
But we don't have to
G#m
Lean in the fanta got me feeling
Verse 9
fucking dizzy,
whoa
C#m
A
C#m
I just took a shot of that Henny
(oh yeah)
Immediately got me losing my mind and
A
If they want the smoke,
C#m
then I'm ready (I'm ready, yuh)
She got a hold on me, I told her, "Hold
Verse 10
tight"
C#m
Aleyuh, she wanted a neck so cold
Outro 1
Put that shit in the freezer
G#m
C#m
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