Tonart: F minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Fm
celsior
With a clique what consist
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s of hardcore niggas
Gm
and sick made sisters
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Fm
See bitches play cheap
Ab
and enemies play for
Cm
Eb
It's why I keep my clique deep and, uh,
Bb
Now everybody wants love, they say
Cm
Eb
Niggas tryin' to mix with bitches like
Cm
Fm
I heard of
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Fm
Sprung's dumb motherfuckers
Cm
Eb
Committin' murder over bitches
Gdim
Eb
not givin' two shits about how to dick it
Fm
I heard of too much of how
Eb
While these freaks is gettin' beat
Gm
until they black and blue
Eb
Fm
True, true,
there's not enough folks I trust
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Fm
too much of them and not enough of us
Now how the fuck am I supposed to
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Fm
find a proper wo man
Eb
Bb
Hearin' this atmospheric fear
Cm
Eb
and helicopters hum min'
Fm
And how am I supposed to find
Cm
the love they talk of
Eb
When all my homies got to say is,
Gdim
they ain't no love
Eb
Fm
Eb
I ain't never seen one of that
Gm
Cm
I ain't never seen one of that
Fm
Ab
Eb
I ain't never met one of that
Gm
Eb
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Fm
Bb
Cm
I ain't never felt one of that
Eb
Cm
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Fm
Bb
Cm
Eb
You can do that, oh, bullshit
Bullshit
Gdim
Eb
Fm
I need a woman dedicated,
and down for the premeditated
Eb
Gm
And when it comes to sex, gets triple
Fm
Who can move with the grace of an assassin,
used to packing
Eb
With eyes like black velvet
Bb
Cm
Possessed in a certain ruthlessness
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Bb
An understanding of the evil that
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men do when she coup with us
Fm
But all this gangster shit aside
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Ab
Hardcore is worthless if there
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Fm
ain't no love, right?
Eb
Fm
I want a woman of substance,
plus of intellect
Gm
I mean com mands respect
Eb
Fm
Bb
I'm one who can put
Fm
all these haters in check
Eb
And one who understands
the power of her sex
Fm
Bb
Cm
And oh I know, I got requisites
Db
She gotta stand on her own
Bb
Ab
and not play the bitch
Fm
She got something on her mind,
Cm
she better say the shit
Eb
She come with lies and deceit,
Gdim
but I don't play that shit
Eb
Fm
You see I ain't met a woman
on my diaper yet
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Eb
Mine's gotta look fine up in a
Teflon vest
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Bb
She gotta smoke more
Fm
cess than I could ingest
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Eb
Plus look up in a vest and not choke up in
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Bb
Cm
An d sleep beside the deck, nah
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Eb
Find baby doll all in my arms and with
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Cm
the breath on my neck
Fm
Bb
I need a woman and a bitch
Fm
Db
who ain't afraid of death
Eb
I mean who knows what she wants
Fm
and won't take no lessons
Ain't none to die
Cm
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Eb
I ain't never seen one to die for
Gm
Eb
Fm
Nev er seen one to die for
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Eb
I ain't never met one to die for
Fm
Bb
Cm
Eb
I ain't never felt one to die for
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Eb
Fm
Never felt one to die for
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I can do that whole bullshit
Fm
Yeah
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Hotel, motel, holiday weekend
Eb
Gm
Took her to the room,
Eb
baby, sipped this gin
Fm
She was off the hook and it
was fifteen after ten
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Gdim
I mean I could hit this motherfucker,
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Fm
get some more drink and hit it again
And again
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Bb
bite you on the neck
Ab
And I'm out the back door
Fm
Call me the black vampire
Eb
But I wouldn't eat you lest
the flavor's good
Fm
But I was like damn,
all this time she had another man
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Eb
I knew I was
Gm
her weekend rendezvous
Eb
Fm
In her life, I was like hittin' off
Cm
Eb
Speakin' of green weed, hit the weed
Db
and get between the sheets
Fm
Meet ya at the back of the
Cm
mattress where the headboards at
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Bb
Ayy, cause I'm a dog that don't
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Eb
wanna have to chase no cat
Cm
Db
Eb
cause my wallet got some cheese in it
Gdim
Eb
And a twenty sack of weed in it
Fm
And I'm off that hate,
Bb
Fm
broke bitches are the craziest
Db
Gm
Eb
She knew I was high, so she took my shit
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Ab
But she didn't know I had that nine
Eb
And she bet ter leave this town,
cause
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I'ma kill that bitch
Fm
Bb
See, I ain't met me a top -notch,
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Bb
See, ma, gotta be ready to give me
Fm
Bb
And, uh, smoke more weed
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Eb
Gdim
And make that cheese so a nigga don't
Gb
have to smoke that stress
Yes
Fm
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Eb
I ain't never seen one to die for
Gm
Eb
Never seen one to die
Fm
Ab
Cm
Eb
I ain't never met one to die for
Yeah
Fm
Bb
Cm
Eb
I ain't never felt one to die for
Fm
Never felt one to die
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Cm
You can do that
O -Punk
Eb
Shit!
Gdim
Settle
Gb
Fm
O 'Keefe's never seen
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Gm
one to die for
Lynch
Eb
Fm
Eb
Hung's never met one to die for
First
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Cm
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Degrees never felt one to die for
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Cm
You can do that
O -Punk
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Gdim
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Shit!
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I'll
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