B-Legit Ft J-Boog ~Best Friend~ Chords

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_ _ [G#m] _ _ me tell [F#] you about my best friend and little mama T, but the real beauty come from within.
[F#] I swear I [Fm] spin, if I [D#m] could do it over again, I probably wouldn't want it to end.
[D#] And then I grin, whenever [F#] I can see your smile, you know the fly shit drive a nigga wild.
I like your [Fm] style, and your swag, and your flip [G#] flops go good with the bag.
[F#] And those real time, I can only imagine, if we took it there, what would probably happen?
[Fm] Trips and [D#m] massages, couple of garages, major league wall of bitch giants in the dodges.
Now I don't even [F#] bother, never try to holler, the realest one done it, and I keep it 100.
She [Fm] keep it 100, I tell her how to run it, [G#m] friends to the end, I tell a story about my best friend.
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_ [C#] _ Damn she fly, I tell a story about my best friend.
We [F#] hurt when we hit the coast, and still love it when we live it up, and you know we [Fm] fly.
[A#] _ And you know they fly, [C#] I tell a story about my best friend.
[F#] We hit the club and it's still crackin', the fingernails dead, the toes still match.
[Fm] Shorty is [D#m] a drug, club full of addicts, and everybody want it, but can't nobody have it.
Yeah, [F#] she got them Spanish waves to the back, her heels [F#] gone hot, the dress all black.
[Fm] Her girlfriends [F] fly, and baby all lack, and she don't hang with them squares, she'll fall back.
Man, [F#] and I ain't never seen nothing like it, a bad bitch and them ball players try to wife it.
[Fm] Mad [D#m] bitch and them vibe bitches try to dyke it, even tried to put me in the mix, I had to fight it.
[F#] And baby girl got her own crib, she pay her own rent, she got no kids.
[Fm] So we ride all night till the [B] morning, then we turn it in.
Yeah, [C#] I tell a story about my best friend.
And you need [F#] to keep her close to me, we're gonna ride till the sun come up.
Damn, she [A#m] fly, _ [C#] _ damn, she fly.
I tell a story about my best friend.
I [F#] heard when we hit new cars, and she love it when we live it up.
And you know they [Fm] fly, [A#] _ and you know they fly.
[C#] I tell a story about my best friend.
[F#] She be there when you need her, though, she know about the Bible.
She tell me take it slow, [Fm] she say, [D#m] fancy seats, be with you and watch them grow.
And every [A#] day, we'll pray before I hit the dope.
Best friend, [F#] who got it better than us?
She a Niner fan too, and I'm a veteran, bruh.
[Fm] Forever pop the bottles, [B] always with the bottles.
Pop a Rotspiler, put the [A#m] hollows in the Rollos.
Fly boy, [F#] G5 when I fly, boy.
Game fresher than a motherfucking Altoid.
[Fm] Her game [F#] fresher than some motherfucking double mint.
Move from the block, but she work for the government.
Best friend, let me know if you have a need.
I ain't too proud about the time you used to hold a weed.
[Fm] And I ain't proud about the time I had to [B] high speed.
Here's a new whip, girl, you just shit. _
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_ [C#] _ _ _ I tell the story, I put my fist free.
[F#] Forever we hit them covers, and still love it when we live it up.
And you know we [Fm] fly.
[A#] _ And you know we fly.
[C#] I tell the story, I put my fist free.
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