Tonalité : F major•
Verse 1
C
Codeine, which you all know is syrup
Dm
I started drinkin' it because I'm from the south,
F
Am
New Orleans
Bb
Gm
C
Dm
And um, we grew up on UGK and all,
F
uh, Ghetto Boys
Am
Bb
Gm
And, and people
C
been drinkin' syrup for years
Verse 2
C
Still riding with my devils
F
C
Ain't shit changed
Gm
Gun to my temple
C
Sharpen up the blade
Am
C
Feel the motherfucking funk
F
C
like it's '93
Am
C
Gm
C
Grim reaper in a Jeep when I
hit the streets
Motherfuckers better hide
Am
Better duck quick
C
It's the Sandman
Better run, shit
Switch back to my old ways,
Csus4
F
C
old days
Pill bottles in the cabinet
Am
Dm
C
Can't feel my face, ay
Verse 3
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Baby
Am
Dm
Bb
Fuck what they say
C
Full of drugs
Dm
Can't feel my face
C
Baby
Verse 4
F
Am
Dm
Bb
Fuck what they say
C
Full of drugs
Verse 5
Can't feel my face
Am
C
Gm
Dope in a bag
Brown- yellow rock
They don't know slick
C
Gm
They don't know the block
C
Tell me what you want?
Gm
Tec or the Wok?
Say the world is yours
C
Got your world in my sock
Hoes tryna fuck
F
C
Gm
Hoes tryna lock
Eat that bitch's box
C
Suck my dick, give me top
F
How can I forget?
Gm
C
Gm
Medicating with Gelato
Car sports model and
C
my gun is semi- auto
Am
Dm
Lately trip a lot
F
Dm
Lately sip a lot
Gm
Scripts from my doc
C
Dm
Finesse him like a cop
F
Baby
Verse 6
Am
Fuck what they say
Dm
Gm
C
Full of drugs
Dm
Can't feel my face
C
Three
Verse 7
houses, 2 cars
Dm
F
I'm a boss, facts
C
Gm
Spent a hunny thou sucking
C
all my snot back
Fucking ducking
That's a small quack
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C
Blowing out a broad's back
Gm
I can't fucking cum because my
C
Am
dick is numb and all that
C
Fall back
Dm
Gm
I'ma call back (psyche)
Where my dogs at?
C
Lining up the chalk fat
Csus4
Yeah, her ass left
C
Gm
But she brought it back
Shawty pointing at that shit
Csus4
C
Am
So I bought her that
Dm
Baby
Verse 8
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Am
Dm
Fuck what they say
Gm
Full of drugs
C
Dm
Can't feel my face
Verse 9
F
Baby
Am
Bb
Fuck what they say
Gm
C
Next time they talk
Verse 10
I'ma fuck their face
C
Reach into my pocket
Gm
Yeah, I fucking got it
Ooh, that shit was fire like
C
the bottom of a rocket
Blunt full of gossip
Csus4
Gm
Just so I don't vomit
Never play it cautious
C
Could give a fuck if I lost it
F
Fuck a 4
C
Dm
C
Gm
Yeah, gimme 30 O's
C
Dm
C
F
It's time to fucking go
C
Gm
It's time to fucking go
F
C
Am
Verse 11
Baby
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Am
Dm
Gm
Fuck what they say
C
Full of drugs
Dm
Can't feel my face
C
Baby
Verse 12
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Am
Dm
Gm
Fuck what they say
C
Full of drugs
F
Can't feel my face
Csus4
Baby
Verse 13
C
Gm
Fuck what they say
C
Full of drugs
Can't feel my face
Verse 14
Csus4
Baby
C
Fuck what they say
Gm
C
Full of drugs
Can't feel my face
Dm
Verse 15
Gm
Baby
Fuck what they say
C
Full of drugs
Dm
Can't feel my face
Verse 16
Dm
F
Dm
I can't stop now
Gm
What's the point?
C
Dm
I can never calm down
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