Chords for A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Streets Don't Love You (Music Video)

Go brother, you can hear it in my tongue
Go brother, you can hear [Bb] it in my tongue
So what's your script fam?
You ain't pitching no dope
You ain't out here robbing niggas _
You ain't hoping
It's _ [Bbm] a damn swing getting in the pot of bitch
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[Gb] What you trying to be real grub nigga?
I was there
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And I ain't [Bbm] never _ _ _ _
[Fm] I'm a predator nigga
I was [Db] hurt
All [Gb] that matters is me
_ [Ebm] You need to open up your eyes Cudi
The streets never
[Bbm] The streets don't like you they will turn your back [Fm] on you _
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[Ebm] _ The _ _ [F] _ _ [F]
streets don't like you they kill Quarto
The streets [Ab] don't like you they kill [Eb] Beastie
Let my niggas come home [Ab] tomorrow
[Ebm]
Don't just let them see [Db] me on TV
Let my niggas rap like that
You know you don't even know
How I be thinking that [Eb] shit crazy
Let my bros kill, no not my bros Let my niggas come home [Bbm] tomorrow
3 Vs, 12 yo I remember when we [Db] was like 12
We went through hell yo Back when niggas was getting they [Gb] biggies
and they [Ebm] pelts, suck Bitches used to curb me, used to swerve me
Nigga now look, they ain't never want me [Bbm] Now they ask me, get they nails done
I know I smell like dope [Ab] They gassing me, telling me I smell [Db] good
Passing me the pussy, I [Gb] pass it to my homie [Ebm] real quick
Audacity to ask me bout the bitches that I still fuck
The [F] audacity to ask me bout [Bbm] the bitches that I still fuck
Your ass is looking fat, them [Fm] Fashion Nova jeans look [Db] real good
I'm glad that I came up, [Ebm] cause I ain't know where I would end up
The 30 clip is on me, but the hoodie cover my extendo
And niggas act so tough, but I [Bbm] just swear they don't wanna start though
Let me tell [Fm] you bout this young nigga from the [Db] Bronx though
Everybody [Gb] want his head, but nobody had his heart though
Robbing everybody like he don't believe in karma
[Fm] Somebody told the [Ebm] feds what he did, they lined him
[F] Told him where that nigga live, yeah they really lined him
He still sleeping at his crib, [Gb] like fuck it if they find him
Prices on [Ebm] his head, cause he hit a odd [Bbm] ball
Money on his head, got him moving wide though
[E] Hoodie on his head, they wanna [C] paint his pie toe
Put up to the crib, he living with his mobs though
But they don't even care, they like hit [Eb] him all though
His [Bbm] eyes turn red, his fist bar though
[Db] Voices in his head, saying kill him all though
Bullets [F] came flying, going through the wall though
All he [Ebm] heard was screaming, he felt like his time's up
[Bbm] He ain't had no time to go reach for a glove
He just [Fm] grab the palm, start [Db] squeezing at the door
And then [Gb] he seen his palms laid out on the floor
He drop down to his knees, head [Eb] high to the law
Ain't the type to cry, but his mom, well he love
Tears from his eyes, [Ab] drop the side of the blood
He [Gb] wishing it won't hurt, but he cry cause it does
Then he [B] put his own pump right to his palm
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_ Of this [Ab] murder mystery
[Db] Investigators have closed off [Gb] this entire block
As they work to figure out [Ebm] who killed a mother and her son
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