Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
Em
G
Em
D
Em
G
Bm
Now
Em
throughout my humble career
I've dated a couple famous
Em
My friends say with your luck
D
You need to play the lotto
Em
G
That's immature this little whore
Bm
Half black and half Singapore
Em
Thing was pure, skin mocha,
trim sculpture
Em
D
But hon ey was still cultured
Em
She wore bandannas and swore
She was gang bangin'
G
But, real people knew the facade
Bm
She was maintainin' up
Em
That ain't what's up
But I'm always down for a famous fuck
G
Em
Approached her at this gala see
D
Em
If she came to bluff
D
Em
Kanye's 30th, Louie Vuitton store
Bm
Em
Custom suit's tailored by Tom Ford
"Encore, do you want more?
G
Em
D
Cookin' raw with this Brooklyn
Boy" was playin'
Em
I got this two step goin'
I'm lookin' marvelous
G
Bm
Seen her comin' towards me, damn
I could I start this shit
Em
She comin' weird on some awkward shit
Em
Come and spark this spliff"
D
Stepped in the dark with Miss
Em
She started grabbin' all this dick
Em
How did she start this quick?
Let's get up out this
bitch"
("bring it on like this")
D
Em
G
Now we headed to the Lexus
Stop me dead in my tracks
Em
D
Talkin' some private jet shit
Em
Had a shoot in LA, Christian
Dior press kit's
Em
That pussy must got a death wish
Long story short, end up in Beverly Hills
G
I gave her heavenly thrills
Em
D
While playin' Stephanie Mills
Em
Call my nigga Stef, gave Stefan the spill
G
"Yo, you would never guess who I
Bm
Em
Just blessed in the Hills?
G
Em
Josephine my nig ga,
I'm that blatant"
Em
D
She stayin' with Matt Damon"
Em
"You talkin' 'bout the
Actor?", "yeah nigga, the actor"
G
"Well, he gon' believe that his
Bm
Girl's fuckin' this rapper"
Em
Came back in the room
G
Shorty lookin' confused a mist in the air
Em
Like what the fuck is
D
these fumes?
Em
She foamin' at the mouth
This is truly concernin'
G
It's like a Pulp Fiction
Em
But she ain't a Uma Thurman
G
I'm thinkin' to my self like
Em
"what I do to deserve this?"
Em
D
Let's leave this cougar deserted
Em
I yell, "Josephine I'm out"
Bm
25 to life in the prison,
I can't afford it
G
D
Her eyes rolled back like sex
Em
G
With the last stroke grab coat,
exit left
Em
D
Right through that crack smoke
Em
That's close, too close if you ask me
G
Got this bitch livin' lavish
Bm
How stu pid can Matt be?
Em
Now I'm back in my pad in
Front of the flat screen
G
Like, I hope they don't say where
Em
D
This wo man was last seen
G
Right, this the type of shit
Em
You couldn't pay for admission
G
Somethin' told me don't go
Bm
Em
Was n't able to listen turn to FOX 5
You know they play with the system
G
Said she had a mild stroke
Em
And she's in a stable
Verse 2
G
That bitch smoke crack, I was right there
Bm
Em
How you gon' tell me? Fuckin' stroke
Outro 1
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