Weak Azz Bitch accords par
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia

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Tonalité : G major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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[Chorus: 4X] When I say
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weak ass, you say bitch!
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C#m
Weak ass, bitch!, weak ass, bitch!
Verse 2
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How you feel with this nine
mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of shit
But they scared of the steel
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If you want me come and get me
Cause I'm real with this here
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I ain't scared of none of you hoes
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I ain't never shead a tear
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In yo hood bumpin' ridin'
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with a twelve case of beer
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Ain't no nigga make no moves
F#m
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Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
C#m
One call to them killas and
you just might disappear
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Now
Verse 3
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nigga all in my face
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hollin' real but real soft
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Bitch I'm holdin' up this glock
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'Bout to knock your block off
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You a weak ass bitch
F#m
And your CD cover show
C#m
With your fake ass face
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I been knowin' ya so
C#m
I know a sissy hoe
F#m
C#m
Yeah know this a triple six city
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C#m
F#m
All that MTV and BET
got you feelin' shitty
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Just the dick you used to be my dog
C#m
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F#m
Used to be my nigga
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C#m
Now you fake
F#m
But I stomp on you trick in the grass
C#m
F#m
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You little snake
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bitch
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Verse 4
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[Chorus: 4X]
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Uh, In the mood
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a fucking crowd
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C#m
Make the speakers pound
F#m
If you niggas wild
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Knock these bitches out
F#m
Rumblin' the ground
Tramplin' niggas down
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From the dirty south
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Where the niggas like it loud
C#m
F#m
Wish ya hypnotized
C#m
Instigator
F#m
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Fire in my eyes so sate lucky Frank White
F#m
Ready for the gunfight
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If you want to get high
C#m
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep till
it's judgement night
Verse 5
F#m
Talk is cheap I hear you talking
but you
ain't bout your bizz
C#m
La Chat a mack ain't got no time
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to play no games with a bitch
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My motherfuckin' plastic gat
F#m
we gonna rumblin' shit
C#m
F#m
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so
don't fuck with this shit
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C#m
I know you feelin' when I'm speakin'
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and I'm speakin' to you
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C#m
Well hoe it's true,
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who got the proof bitch
What you gon' do
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I keep my mug 'cause I'm a thug
F#m
I left the twink on my grill
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You got some manner
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Need to show it
C#m
Shit you claim that your real
Outro 1
[Chorus: 4X]
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