Jackie chan accords par 
Mg Sleepy 
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Key: B major•
Verse 1
Em
B
Em
I just, I just woke up I
just popped a
Percocet, feel like
Jack
Chan
Like how the fuck you say you droppin'
tens and you ain't droppin' shit?
B
Em
I just threw a
Perky back, I feel like
Jack
Chan
I'm sick of niggas pickin' on a
ten and they ain't stack ten
Hold up your slitchy in the air
if you gon' bust big
The last time I left,
what an asshole for sayin' fuck ten
B
Bitch, I dropped a five and nigga,
fuck fifth
Em
Ain't finna speak on what's his name,
B
go pick him up,
Em
I see these niggas pickin'
B
Em
B
signs and clickin' up, bitch
Em
I'm the type to show a n***a something,
B
think he tough, bitch
F#
An d with my favorite eye,
bitch, I make her suck dick
I slipped a
Rollie on her arm, she had to cut rips
My n***a fucked a
Burnham, bitch, and took a rough piss
I'd rather fuck a rubber zone,
cause n***a fuck kids
I ain't the hardest act to shit,
then who the fuck is?
I think I'm finna find a vacant
house and move the fuck in
Bitch, quit staring at me before I bust blitz
I lost my high, was trippin' in the mall,
I feel like fucked with it
I'm coolin' with my young foxy
on some rough shit
And if you pillow -talkin' to a ho,
then you a punk bitch
Right now I'm off like three shots,
I'm on some drunk shit
Bitch, I was talkin' to myself,
now let me punch in
Em
B
These niggas said they robbin' who,
Em
B
they ain't gon' rob shit
Em
I know you heard about how I shoot,
bro, I do not miss
Don't wanna speak on niggas dead,
B
but we done dropped six
Em
Now, nigga, keep that in your
B
head before you drop ten
Em
I know some steppers over
East are really locked in
But bitch, I know some niggas on the
North that really bomb shit
Nigga, my title say my name,
you and your mom shit
I wonder how your dukes felt
when you got boxed in
I'm finna take my rap check
F#
and go and cop pins
Em
I'm sick of niggas that can plug
in and they ain't got shit
This nigga up in petty paper,
B
I really robbed shit
Em
I told bro to keep his chain
tough or he get robbed with it
And I ain't never punched a clock,
you more a job nigga
While you was cooking niggas food,
I'm on a block flippin'
Em
I went to school clutching a gun ,
I had a
Glock pistol
Em
Nig gas funny, feel like aunties,
look like my mom's sister
Em
I beat and broke yo lil'
Joe and fed you, yep
I beat and broke yo lil'
Joe and fed you popsicles
Told bro that I pray to a
God, but I am not
Christian
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