Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
Am
On my side and I'm walkin' with a limp,
limp
Bb
Am
Lotta red wine and some big shrimp
C
Am
Uh, with a limp, limp
Am
Pistol
Verse 2
on my side and I'm
walkin' with a limp, limp
C
I just had a lotta red wine
Am
Let me use my credit card on your
Used to sip,
F
sip 'til my homie died of that shit
Am
I'm really lit, lit,
so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch
Am
Crazy talkin' dirty,
pussy pu- pu- purrin' when I hit, hit
C
I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still
F
don't trust this bitch, bitch
Am
Soul my soul for 40, man,
for cheaper, that's a fifth, fifth
C
F
Ole English, Hennessey, watch me mix,
Am
mix (drink up bitch)
Roll Gelato in Pronto then
dickmatize a bitch, bitch
C
Her legs don't work no more,
F
had to crawl up out the crib, crib
Am
Acid in the fridge, shit,
Baby, I maybe wilding
C
My diamonds hit like *, stay
Am
That triple 6- 6- 6, figures, big chips
C
Am
I'm always like Martin, and keep talkin' darling,
Bb
Am
you the shit, shit
Verse 3
All this loud I'm goin',
all this loud I'm blowin'
C
All these bitches showin',
F
Am
all these niggas bluffin'
This shit here fire, this shit a riot
C
I need that bitch with thighs,
Am
You callin' my dawg a liar,
I'm back to back like Aubrey
C
F
Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid,
Noooo, this 'cid,
this ain't no molly
C
F
Nooo- whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 4
do it better,
them Margielas, cost a grip, grip
F
Waikikin' with my mistress
Am
I'm the type of nigga smoke a
C
spliff inside a moshpit
Purple drink and lean ain't the same,
F
Am
they say that shit is toxic
Kirkie made the beat, now you see,
that's a plot twist
C
Hoppin' plane to plane,
F
forgot to set my watch to tick, tick
Am
I don't have them diamonds but
I'm shinin' in this bitch, bitch
C
Am
When you run your list, that's how you get,
Am
I don't take the risk,
I count my money on my roof and shit
C
Sweet and sours, scream and holler,
F
make you lose your tooth and shit
Am
I know it's been a long time comin',
we got hits, hits
C
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action,
F
Am
not the risk, risk, bitch
Verse 5
Call me Chun- Li, we 'bout our kicks, kicks
C
F
This sherm and gelato smell
Really ahead of my time,
C
thank God I ain't reach my prime
F
Open your mind, owning the day,
Run it up, double up,
C
flippin' what? Don't stop now
F
Count it up, slap a what? Get the bucks,
This we smoke, no coffin,
got a leather vest with Steve Austin
C
I move the base like a forklift,
Am
Bb
Am
it's a Zombie thing, we some bosses
Verse 6
Am
All this gas I'm goin',
all this loud I'm blowin'
C
All these bitches showin',
F
Am
all these niggas bluffin'
This shit here fire, this shit a riot
C
I need that bitch with thighs,
Am
You callin' my dawg a liar,
I'm back to back like Aubrey
C
F
Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid,
Noooo, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
C
F
Am
Nooo- whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dm
Yeah,
Verse 7
F
yeah
F
Dm
Am
Dm
Yeah, woah, woah, oh h
Am
Dm
Yeah, yeah
Um, yeah
F
Am
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah,
F
Dm
yeah, oh
Woah, woah
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