Tonart: A major•
Verse 1
A
E
Dm
A
E
A
I think I'm the only nigga
that sat and read the book
about the game.
E
F#m
I'm sugar free, know my name.
A
And I know you know my game,
E
F#m
cause all I really like is cham pagne.
A
If you wanna hold you cool,
E
but make sure you understand
F#m
A
And I can give them to you everyday,
A
F#m
It's a friendly neighborhood,
A
play a partner sugar -free
men get close to me
F#m
Hey, what's your name,
what's your name,
You win some, lose some,
no matter what,
A
And if you like her like that,
E
then you should say something
A
Instead of getting jealous,
E
talking shit, but never tell me
F#m
Nothing close to be my homie,
A
but I see you trying to bring me down
But we don't keep them type
of niggas
E
constantly hanging around
F#m
You got the gold, man,
Nigga, I gave them player -hating bitches
E
F#m
and them hoes something to look at
You can lead a horse to Amsterdam,
A
you can't make him smoke
Say no to drugs, save your money
E
F#m
instead of spending it on dope
A
Cause that's some hater shit,
E
A
so go on and find another nigga
to be a hater with
E
Nigga, that's some hated shit
Look at your hair
F#m
A
Look at your chick
Ain't you tired of havin' nothin'
Doin' bad as shit? I
I'm the only nigga that's
F#m
A
Sittin' with a book about the game
E
F#m
I'm sick of readin' all my name
A
And I know you love my game
E
F#m
A
Cause I really like the cam paign I'm livin'
If you wanna hold you cool
E
F#m
Make sure you understand these rules
A
And I can give them to you every day
E
So we can make some money
F#m
For everything, right?
A
Your rumors burn slowly
You talkin' shit while I'm
E
standin' next to Plastro
F#m
You don't know how to get paid
A
No, no, you don't know,
you don't got no gang
E
A
No, no, and you think
when you run your mouth constantly
I see you smokin' and you
E
drinkin' but it's costin' me
F#m
But you figure that I got it
But I ask for track and multiply
E
F#m
and divide my chip
I'm just a pimp, fool,
A
what you gettin' mad at?
Is this your bitch?
E
Em
Oh, cause nigga, you can have her back
F#m
And I'll tell you everything
How she fuckin', how she suckin',
E
how she gettin' her stuff
F#m
A
What she like and what she don't like,
E
A
if she mean, if she nice
You never have to tell a bitch
F#m
But if you lied to me,
And you a steal from me,
F#m
I'm the only nigga that sat and
A
read the book about the gang
E
F#m
I'm sick of reading all my names
A
And I know you love my gang
E
F#m
A
Cause I really like this nig ga I love you
If you're born I hope you're cool
Just come and make sure
E
F#m
you understand me too
A
And I can give you two a day every day
F#m
So we can get to sellin' bars
I got a ink pen, baby,
E
D
callin' all the shots
a paper make,
F#m
E
We tryin' to ball, man, and that's all
A
But want a nigga to focus
on some bullshit
F#m
I didn't have no money then
When you wasn't around
E
A
Don't try to be my partner now
when you should've stayed down
E
F#m
You make me look bad,
D
A
Few dollars here,
E
few dollars there for nigga, fuck you
F#m
I'd rather knock a hoe
A
E
A
and do it riding up and down the track
F#m
Shaking jealous niggas
E
waiting on my trap to trap
A
They say you never miss your water
E
A
till your well runs dry
E
But you a grown ass man,
now you wondering why
F#m
A
You see this bitch I'm with, nigga,
I don't love this hoe
You want some pussy from her, nigga,
F#m
I only love what she do for me
A
I ain't getting married,
E
I'd rather feel the wind under
F#m
my fingernails than my head
A
read that second little book
about the game
E
F#m
I'm sick of freaking out my name
A
And I know you love my game
E
Cause all I really like is my fame
F#m
A
I love you if you born
I hope you cool
E
But make sure you understand me
A
An d I can give em to you every day
E
F#m
So we can make sound, whisper
E
D
A
E
Baby, baby, baby, you can take that with you
F#m
A whole bunch of pee, nigga
A
It ain't my fault when I was a baby, nigga
F#m
I fell in a box of glitter
F#m
A
ever since then
Yeah, Sugar Free the
F#m
Yeah, the tightest pea spitter
A
on the motherfuckin' west coast
You better ask somebody
E
F#m
I don't give a fuck about this shit,
E
think what you wanna think, motherfucker
A
F#m
We real, live, walkin',
E
talkin' motherfuckin' pimps
F#m
A
out here, and it's only a few of us
Get where you need to get,
be where you need to be
E
F#m
Respect a motherfuckin' OG,
A
this is Sugar Freedia motherfuckin' pimp,
I'm on a stop
E
F#m
Yeah, 2005, bitch, Laneway
A
E
Just add water, cause it ain't a problem to us,
F#m
A
now
E
F#m
A
That's how the game goes
E
F#m
A
E
F#m
A
Thanks for and I'll
E
F#m
A
see you next time!
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