Tonart: C minor•
Intro 1
Cm
Ab
Cm
Verse 1
Gm
Bitches jumping on my dick,
hopping like it's hopscotch
Booty pop, my bitch don't
wear that she prolly ass shots
I dont give a fuck,
I fuck em all till they pussy ouch
Cm
Gm
Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang,
Once upon a fucking time,
Ab
had your bitch up in my house
Gm
Cooking grits and riding dick
Eb
Swear she the best chef around
Eb
now let me see you doo doo brown
Cm
I wanna rock, I wanna rock
Tell these bitch niggas it's they time of the month,
time of the month
Niggas want beef but I eat that shit,
Gm
eat eat everything well done
Eb
I'm so far in the clouds I can barely hear
All that shit you rocking,
Gm
boy that was last year
niggas steer my style like a stop deer
Pump fear
To you bitches heart,
Gm
Suge without the beard
Eb
Gm
Man, all these new niggas weird
Eb
Gm
They all lining up to come
Verse 2
and see the last king
Cm
Gm
I get money, I make money
them bitches want it from me cause I'm
Gm
I'm bout whatever, I'm bout whatever
I'm with whatever, man I do it,
Eb
Two more shots, then I'm out
Cm
I'm a motherfucker and
I got a potty mouth
Gm
I'm bout whatever man,
I'm bout whatever man
I'm with whatever,
man I do it, do it better
Verse 3
Cm
Man, I fucked your dime and
now she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a
grown man cry
Ab
B
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
Gm
But whats your sign?
Gemini?
Scorpio, let me fuck from behind
However you want it, baby
Light the blunts,
blunts and close your eyes
Cm
F
Fm
Real nigga doe, real nigga doe
Cm
Gotta freak bitch in the
DBI, put me on doe
Came in the door, kicked in the door
Gm
Cm
Waiving the .44, put one,
Gm
one in your blowhole
Man, your paper thin,
you need to take some notes
Niggas steal my lines and say they don't,
there go another new quote
Cm
Im fresh off the boat, nigga let's toast
Young Money real, y'all shit just a hoax
Made a fairy tale, busy on a float
Why would I lie?
Baug
Gm
Forever under oath, I'm
So fucking frustrated with your lady
Get a flight, I send her home
Man my love is oh so tainted
Cm
If you fine you might get diamonds,
if you a five you might get nothing
I'm on my monsters, they from a moshpit
Baug
G
R- r- r- rock you like Nirvana
Gm
Man I be off Patron like its a holiday
Fucking with them finer things,
Verse 4
pull up on your bitch and say
Cm
Gm
I get money, I make money
Gm
them bitches want it from me cause I'm
I'm bout whatever, I'm bout whatever
I'm with whatever, man I do it,
Gm
Two more shots, then I'm out
Cm
I'm a motherfucker and I
Gm
I'm bout whatever man,
I'm bout whatever man
I'm with whatever,
Dm
man I do it, do it better
Verse 5
Cm
Man, I fucked your dime
Still in my prime
Young d, I'm freshest
Am
Cm
nigga on the line
Gm
Better man up, it's about to go down
Leave you with jaw- dropped,
Cm
Let the rain fill the moats
round my kingdom
Carved in the cement, star,
pledge allegiance
Gm
G
I'mma let you leave
Dreaming just to get by
Dm
Cm
Girl you so fly, why you so high?
Two more shots, then I'm out
pottymouth
I'm bout whatever, I'm bout whatever
Cm
Man I do it, do it better
All bad bitches in my house
I'm a motherfucker,
fuck her then I kick her out
Gm
I'm bout whatever, I'm bout whatever
Am
Man I do it, do it better
Verse 6
D#m
Cannibal, I eat you raw meat
I'm raw with beats
So scavenger with it,
nigga look like Jaws with feet
You don't want it, bitch
B
E
Yall niggas know I get gully,
D#m
Listen close, y'all don't hear how the beat get
B
ugly when a motherfucker come through?
B
D#m
B
Please let me kill it just a little bit
and let a nigga do what he do
D#m
Movie shit, that tec make a niggas
wanna vomit spit
E
You niggas already knew
D#m
She keep on fronting niggas,
then I'm lighting up another city
Got her fighting til they get to biting,
they we getting gritty
See the time and now a nigga
climbing up another milli
Then we shining till a nigga blind
D#m
them, up until it kills me
Forth and back and my dying is a nigga
B
til it pulls up on the track
D#m
Then I'mma die sixty niggas til we pop
B
off like we in the wild west
When I finished giving you the
crack whaaat?!
D#m
If you knew I'm in route to the crib just to
Verse 7
park the Bugatti at the house
D#m
Sin big and one of my bitches
really turn her out now
Still everyone know I gotta potty
Shiiiit they got me doing it again
Back to bodying things and lots
of screwing other women
D#m
You can never stop the shit
that I'm doing
And the way that we moving
Get it popping, never stopping,
kill em in the end now
B
And I'mma get em to the point when I got em all open,
handling my business with em ha!
D#m
Trust me you don't wanna start
cause you know its torture!
Every single minute til I finish with em
D#m
And I knock shit down
Every time I come and then I lock shit down
Til I come up place niggas
B
D#m
better drop that crown
D#m
Ever here, 'fore I pop you clowns
Outro 1
And I go erase niggas!
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