Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
Em
A
Bm
A
Em
Bm
D
Em
Bm
D
Em
You gotta be a buff ting
if you wanna fuck with me
D
If not, well then, love,
you're not my cup of tea
Em
Hop in the truck and see there's
Em
D
Shop in the Nittany, flights to Jamaica
Em
Back in the days I was seen
with them ravers
D
Design the tops and the jeans
was the latest
Em
Yeah, they was grafted and
obscene for the papers
Dr. Carnigan,
D
I hardly been seen in them blazers
pound be the currency
And you rose the gang,
D
plus, you know the slang
Em
And, and, we gettin' it poppin'
When you thought them felony charges
would ever stoppin'
But you know I'm about posin',
jewels lookin' frozen
I should clean up another yard
D
Em
just to put my clothes in
When mega spittin', you better listen,
fuck recognition
This is light work,
D
Em
call me the electrician
You know something, hoes,
we don't love them
Coballies off Regis Street,
Em
The black maha game will
leave you numb
Every single one stunting
Em
You know something, hoes,
we don't love them
D
Coballies off Regis Street,
what's so London?
A
Every single one stunting
so what you rocking old school?
D
And Prada sneaks up, put
him down in O2
Em
A
Now it's chic to chic in clothes
when he stroll through
Em
Kissing cheek to cheek
D
with models like he's so cool
Em
A
I switch lanes and I dodge six rings
D
she drop it and give brains
Em
We insane in them slick Rick chains
I'm rich bitch,
D
they calling them dip chains
Em
Pretty but G, rap flow anime
His chick told me,
D
man you should be laminating
Em
A
You's a poptar, while me,
Em
I'm a young Paul McCartney
D
Suttin' like a rockstar
Em
I've been waitin' in the dream,
gazin' at the scene
Now we got rap icons
Em
We the UK, meaning of the slum
When you see him run, London boy,
Em
You know something, hoes,
we don't love them
Cock valleys off Regent Street,
will leave you numb
Every single one stuntin'
Em
You know something, hoes,
we don't love them
Compallis off Regent Street,
Em
The black, my heart game
will leave you numb
A
Every single one stunting
D
on your label is a bummer
Em
We all are some G's, work in my hurry,
so we ball in fatigue
D
Hit the 4's and the V's,
niggas more than we breathe
Em
Leave em, leave em on foot patrol
Yeah, I have a walking pigeon
Em
Triple the dough for the two -triple -oh
D
This town gigolo, more links than Figaro
Em
D
Em
You know what my name is now,
most exceptional game around,
take you on a expedition,
jewels glisten,
D
coupe is driven when I'm scoopin' pictures
Em
This British ex -sport,
got rappers like,
yo they swaggin' tight,
d white like a check
Em
We roll with grinders,
A
holdin' them double niners,
D
call them your royal fliners
Em
A
What the cuffin' bout to you,
I may smart her out,
D
chuck her out to me, she a fiend
Em
You know something hoes,
we don't love them?
Cock Ballies off, Friedrich Street
Em
The black, mahal game
will leave you numb
Every single one stunting
Em
You know something hoes,
we don't love them?
D
Cock Ballies off, Fridrich Street
We're so London
Bm
Em
mahal game will leave you numb
Every single one stunting
Em
Showshow my dog Scorcher, talk to him
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