Chords for Chariot

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_ _ I'm so used to driving, I get it and flip it I know you [Bm] be acting, I know you ain't with me, yeah
They [F#m] say I got money, so I'm actin' different, yeah
They bought my jewelry so I never listened, yeah
They callin' [Bm] my phone, and lil' bitch, she trendin'
Leave me alone, I'm handling binnin'
Work hard, I got to get it, [F#] she trot hard, we in the kitchen
Got me so cold, I'll get em anythin'
My niggas don't fold, they never bend, yeah
Took a lot [F#m] with shit happens, I get it, yeah
With the boxes, I'm payin' attention Told that bitch I aint wastin' no time
But now I been waitin' for a minute And I pray to the lord for better days
I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight Spent some racks and I'll bust out the back
of fate Got this thirty-year old me makin' run away,
Bitch I'm getting paid, I was in the trap whipping shit like a slave
Can't put trust in these bitches, deep in she chain
On the block with them [F#] niggas, who's gonna say?
[F#m] I ain't come to play, can't fuck with a shorty, she in the way
No time to waste, gotta get to this money, I'm running late
Better keep it cave, or these bullets get drawn like anime
I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race
Yeah I got the billy, me got the rave
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with this game and I married it
200 dollars for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the red one up, stand up and manage it
Pushing that bitch through the trap like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they coming in various
I gave that bitch 20 thousand for [F#m] charity
Counting me out and I'm dragging her out in it
Fuck on a private jet, they be hopping and got it with a jet boat
I just had bought out the [Bm] plug, I got enough drugs to never be sober
I can't hop in with a scrub, I don't carry drugs in none of my clothes
I told the bitty cool [F#m] off, she was over excited by my goals
Choking the beans, I'm fucking [D] her free and they doing my chores
She fresh out the [Bm] can, I gave her more right feet, [F#m] nigga that's yours
I sleep with the K and a couple of grenades, I'm ready for war
Slim slip, blue Range Rover, SVR
Racks in the safe, [F#] I stack it like lace
My diamonds all colors like a gay parade
[D] Go on you bitch, I could've just laid
But I [B] had to leave, go get my homie, he [F#m] dead
I took him in stealth, he stung at the plate
F-52, I just [D] wanna come in late
You a sassy bitch but I don't go on dates
[Bm] I'm a canary, don't limit [F#m] me, can't you show me attention when I'm in your city
I'm so used to fucking on all of your bitches
They wanna fuck us and they know that we pimping
Gisele, Vincent, Donny, I cop out of 50, yeah
I work the best streets in all of the cities
I pay for our thighs, lil' ass and our titties, yeah
Sky do well, I get wet in Pacific
I ain't sold a drop of my wrist on the chicky, yeah
Bitch, I just trap it, they know how I carry it
I fell in love [C#] with this game and I married it
200 dollars for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the red [Bm] one, the Phantom in Meredith
Pushing that bitch to the track like [F#m] a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they coming in various
I gave that bitch 20,000 for charity
Counting me out and I'm begging her heaven and hell
Making my claim, my diamonds are serious
I got her to jail [Bm] and I fucked on her, period
I know they racist, Gucci interior
Came from a corner to honor [F#m] my cereal
They're mean, we don't need a stylist
[F#] Perks, we giving my balance
Alexander McQueen, my jealousy
[Bm] I'm killing the streets, [F#m] it's silent again
Don't run, don't run
Making home [Bm] for my son
I be with killers who kill all the killers
I'm hanging with Ron
[F#m] You rather bat as a bitch, you're bang
I'd rather give a new house to my mom
Some niggas [Bm] rather pray to the Bible
When I convert it, I burn my [F#m] policy
Keeping my glock when I'm in the field
Popping the track and I burn out the wheels
I fuck with the gangsters, don't fuck with my peers
[B] Fresh out the Jeffries, I hop on [F#m] the Lear
Gripping that body, not talking to beer
Bottle up the diamond, I'm talking at the ear
Really do wheelies, I'm popping in gear
[Bm] Ain't in my cup when I'm walking [F#m] through clear _ _ _ _
This lifestyle
Man, that ex is fucking my people
Just turning his life down
I'm just a wild, wild boy
Chopper, riding around for him
I need my meals like Meek
I'm a thug like Doug and Cow, Cowboy
You got the trap and they know how I carry it
I'm not in love [Bm] with this game and I'm married to it
200 down for the walk on [F#m] a Saturday
I do the [Bm] rap when I stand up, it matters
This bitch and that bitch do the cat like [F#m] a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they coming in various
I gave that bitch 20,000 for charity
Counting me out and I'm back in the heaven and hell _ _ _ _
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