Tonalité : D# minor
Intro 1
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Em
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Dm
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Dm
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Dm
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Em
Rico,
Verse 1
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Dm
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Em
Rico, Rico, Rico
G
Dm
Who is Mike going crazy
Aye
Verse 2
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I just went to Benihana
Dm
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G
And I'm smoking sheets and funnel
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You a wannabe,
who wanna be (woah)
I'm only 'bout the commas
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Em
See me in the street on any day
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Em
G
I'm really 'bout that
drama (haha, yeah)
A
And you know I keep the heat on me
Em
Ain't talkin' bout the summer
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Smoking Key
Verse 3
Lime OG (what?)
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And this car got two seats
Dm
(it got two seats)
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Em
When I hop out it dank
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You can smell it on me
Em
Handle that shit myself
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G
I ain't gon' call police
C
(huh, what?)
A
Keep that bitch on a leash (woah)
G
Dm
Or keep that bitch from 'round me
A
Yeah, yeah
Em
Walkin' wit' a
Verse 4
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at titude like what's the problem?
Em
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(What's the problem hoe?)
Em
I don't hang with DMX I'm with some
Dm
Em
(huh?) Ruff Ryders
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Em
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Gas got me high as shit but no,
Em
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I ain't the pilot (I ain't the, huh?)
I'm the whole meal you hangin'
Em
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Dm
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(huh?) with a whole biter (yeah)
G
I was hustling when these niggas was
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Dm
Em
C
wearing Spyder (huh?)
Em
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And I'm servin' like I'm workin' in
a fuckin' diner (yeah, yeah)
Bitch I been the flame,
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Dm
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Em
I just need a lighter (need a lighter)
C
G
I'm a doer all these bitches lookin' like
Dm
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E
some mighters (yeah)
With the touch I got the Midas
Em
G
(I got the Midas)
Dm
Drinkin' Ace of Spades,
Em
A
you drinkin' apple cider (apple cider)
Em
When I see that hoe,
G
I'ma fuckin' fight her (I'ma fuckin' fight her)
Dm
Mike Tyson (huh?), I'ma
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fuckin' bite her (bitch, yuh)
Em
Huh, shit! Where my lighter?
G
(Where my lighter?)
Dm
I know that I'll be the best,
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I don't need no title (I don't need no title)
Em
Walk up in the ring,
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who my fuckin' rival? (Who my rival?)
Dm
Nigga fuck that, go grab the rifle (huh, huh,
Em
yeah)
Dm
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Spray the champagne,
Dm
G
A
my nig ga's get to wildin' (woah, yeah)
Got your bitch mad,
Em
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she saying we childish (yeah, huh, yeah)
G
I'm just tryna flex on anyone who
doubt it (woah, woah, woah)
C
Em
Your jewelry fake boy,
A
it's lookin' real cloudy (Rico, Rico, yeah)
C
I'm fresh to death,
G
A
my outfit 'bout to have a bounty (yeah)
Em
Walk up in the club,
they don't pat down me (huh, yeah, yeah)
A
C
G
I'm gettin' money while these bitches out
C
here lounging (yeah, woah, yeah)
Em
C
Been workin' all week,
G
my bank account astounding
Verse 5
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Sm- smoking Key Lime OG
G
And this car got two seats
A
Em
When- when I hop out it dank
A
Em
You- you can smell it on me
Handle that shit myself
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G
C
I ain't gon' call po lice
G
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Keep that bitch on a leash
Em
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C
Or keep that bitch from 'round me
Em
A
(Smoking Key Lime OG)
G
And this car got two seats
C
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When (when I hop out it dank)
Em
You- you can smell it on me
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(Handle that shit myself)
I- I ain't gon' call police
C
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Keep that bitch on a leash
Em
Or keep that bitch from 'round me
A
Yeah, yeah
Outro 1
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Dm
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