Tonalité : Db major•
Verse 1
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Me and my bitch,
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Ab
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took a little trip
Down to the garden,
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F
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took a little dip (oh no)
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Gb
Apple juice falling from her lips,
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took a little sip
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Lil' sip, took a lil' sip
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Took a lil' sip,
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T-Took a a lil', took a lil',
took a lil' sip
Uh-huh
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Ayy,
Verse 2
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F#
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yo, I walk through the valley
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of the shadow of death
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Where niggas hold TECs like
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Gm
they mad at the ref
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F#
That's why I keep a cross on my chest,
either that or a vest
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C
Do you believe that Eve
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had Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect
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To sip juice from the for bidden
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fruit and get loose
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Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book thicker
than the Old Testament
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Niggas pay for head but the
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pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains
to the minister
The same reason they call Mr.
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Cee 'The Finisher'
Forbidden fruit,
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watch for the Adam's apple
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Slick with words don't hate me, son
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What you eat don't make me shit and who
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you fuck don't make me cum
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Put a price on my head
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won't make me run
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Try to kill me but it can't be done
'Cause my words gon' live forever
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You put two and two together,
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Cole here forever
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Me and my bitch,
Verse 3
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Bb
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took a little trip
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Down to the garden,
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took a little dip (oh no)
Bb
Ab
Apple juice falling from her lips,
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took a little sip
Verse 4
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F
Bitches come and go
(you know that)
Money come and go
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(you know that)
F#
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Love come and go (don't shit last)
Bitches come and go
(you know that)
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Money come and go (you know that)
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Love come and go (don't shit last)
Verse 5
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Take a seat baby girl,
you've been all in my mind
I know I ain't called gotta
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pardon my grind
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F#
Just copped a maroon 5, no
Adam Levine
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F
'Came a man by myself,
only father was time
I know that she relate
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baby daddy ain't shit
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F#
So she raised that nigga kids
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but she swallowing mine
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And that's why you all on my mind
All on my line like caller number nine
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'Cause a nigga poppin' like
Harlem in the nine-seven
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Way Way before Mase was a reverend
I was a young nigga making A's at eleven
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Or twelve,
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trying to get a taste of the Heaven
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Or Hell, only time gon' tell
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Fuck her while her mama home,
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"Baby, don't yell"
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How many records do a nigga gotta sell
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F
C
Gm
Just to get the cover of the XXL
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Gm
Or Fader, fuck your magazine hater
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Gb
When I say that I'm the greatest
I ain't talkin' about later
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I'ma drop the album same day as Kanye
Just to show the boys the man
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now like Wanyá
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And I don't mean no disrespect,
I praise legends
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But this what's next,
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Gm
the boy sick, can't disinfect
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Gm
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Life's a bitch and her pussy's wet
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My clip is loaded an
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d this is the kiss of death
Verse 6
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Me and my bitch,
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Ab
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took a little trip
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Down to the garden,
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Ab
C
F
Bb
took a little dip (oh no)
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Apple juice falling from her
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lips took a little sip
Verse 7
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F
Bitches come and go
(you know that)
Money come and go
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(you know that)
F#
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Love come and go (don't shit last)
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Bitches come and go (y
ou know that)
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Money come and go (you know that)
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Love come and go
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F
(don't shit last)
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Don't shit last
Verse 8
and you know that
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Went to hell, got hot didn't melt
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Only man above me is God himself
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All these other niggas is below me
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F#
Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi
What up Queens?
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Cole is the King and you know that
Started with a dollar and a dream,
and you know that
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Never give a bird bitch a ring,
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you should know that
Gm
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Hmm, bitch, bitch
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That should be my new
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Gb
ad-lib (bitch)
I got a new one,
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Ab
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I finally got a cool ad-lib
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Like Like some cool shit,
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talkin' 'bout bitch
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Be at all the shows everybody be like,
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bitch
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Bitch, bitch
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Or you can do the low cool shit,
bitch
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Verse 9
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Yo, yo, yo pull over right
here, right here, here you go
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Yeah pull over right here, to the right
Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over
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Aight, look look, park right here
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I'ma be out,
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it'll be like thirty minutes tops
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It'll be like thirty minutes,
I'll be right back out, aight
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Bitches come and go, bitches come and
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Yo, yo, what up, what's popping, I'm back,
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I'm back
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Yo, you got that piece ready for me,
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that Jesus piece
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Nah the gold, the rose gold joint,
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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, let me see that, oh shit,
what is that some-
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What's, what the fuck is
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that platinum?
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Is that, what's that chain right there?
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Is that white gold, that's platinum
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Is that plat', well niggas doing platinum again,
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niggas doing-
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Niggas ain't even do it platinum
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yet right? Oh shit 'bout to make
Yo, I'm trying to bring that shit
back, I'ma kill these niggas
Let me see that one too, the wat-,
the watch, the platinum watch
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