Centurion Chords by Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples

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_ _ [F] _ _ [Ab] I'm just trying to say something.
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[E] _ _ [F] North north is a [Ab] side where my family [E] stay
_ [F] Big Baby Jesus [Fm]
i cant [G] wait
Until the money coming in
[Fm] Spend it all on guns [E] and [F] rims
I aint nothing but [G] a n***a
Aint no reason to pretend
_ _ _ I _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F] saidhält Staats Hauk _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Kept it sticky in a stoosey
Powder [E] ski mask
Bloody prime hoody
Tossing [B] doobies out the window
With a hoopty
Night black Paul Money [Em] at the movies
But the moon was out
Fools always optional
Eatin' nothing but a hard punch [E] instead of that abdominal
Close fist chronicles, soul sniff mamamoo
Baggies layin' round, peanut shells at a [Em] carnival
Stomping clowns welcome pussy niggas to the romper room
Buckshot'll cover a whole torso like a parka do
In a parking two, plotting tryna garner loot
Split it with his big road dog called a mamadoo
Searching for a shot of truth and found
_ Couple _ _ bucks bought his cousin's lunch
[C] Another duck stiff collar on the button up
Heard Rich while I'm bout to run amok
Rode the hell paved with cement [E] cover
Trust drugs tough _ enough _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [F] Vinny state, they stupid think [E] the city safe
Instead of that little [B] bendy place
Headshots, red [F] dot block as hot as Denny plates
Fair watch, fair watch, opinions only pity based
Deep in the civic [E] with the evilest niggas
This side of the Mississippi all courtesy
Attention for niggas who plot against
ERL double S, hear shells from the tech
Hear a rim full of feck, need a dicky cut it check bitch
Few [Em] niggas I'm on a first name basis
With addressing by the alias
That trunk weighted like he bout to catch a case again
Ace louder than the voice of Satan that be plaguing him
I'm caking whether hell or bad weather
High water I'm a sailor type of sailor
For the paper living like I met the maker twice
Hit it til I fade it right, mommy take a high
I can treat it like I'm fucking second dice, [E] bitch
_ Well alright, _ _ okay
_ That's how you truly feel about it then?
[B] _ _ _ Alright, _ _ okay
[E] That's how you truly feel about it then?
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