Chords for DaBaby, Megan Thee Stallion, YK Osiris and Lil Mosey's 2019 XXL Freshman Cypher

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_ _ _ _ _ God damn, I feel [G] like the man, freshman of the year, I woke up like the man
Never pop his ass cause they killing me, damn, when you got it money they be trying to be your friend
[Gm] _ _ Okay _
This a lame ass beat, _ walk up on your bitch my dick, A-B-C, why he talking out his lip he know, ain't shit sweet
Ay, ay, yo block I'm gone see, ay, ay
Bunch down our regular face, _ ay, chasing blues like the baby, ay _
Swiping raw with cake, _ drop out, know I didn't graduate, damn _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Real hot girl shit _
_ _ Bitch I'm with your man tryna see what a hit for, post a new pic for a bitch I'ma shit on
Big bag talk make that little money get gone, I love cash, I be in the bank tryna get it on
I'm getting money I ain't even mad at ya, rich bitch shit I might throw a bag at ya
Speaking on my name only make it sound better, your nigga M-I-D-M and he write love letters
Play that booty looking soft and bring her wild roads, I be in a gym, I'm your girl body gold
Placing on the gram do it for the mad hoes, everything I do they watch me like I'm on parole
Couple of these bitches niggas on my block list, drop a screenshot hip hop girl and start shit
I ain't fuck your man daddy, high rock sis, I just took him to the bank to make a deposit
_ _ _ Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
_ She, she, she's proud of when she looking at her young nigga
I fuck her good now she talk about her young nigga
And I don't understand these bitches why they like me
I put it in now she wanna exercise it
Now she say she worth it, but she ain't worth it
I put them diamonds on my wrist and now she want me
I swear you niggas all be looking like y'all know me
I put them diamonds on my neck and now they want it
And now she wanna get it right now
And I'ma let her go, goodbye now
And when she talking bout she bout it, she ain't bout it
I'ma let her go, goodbye _ now _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Everybody know my name, ringing bell, ringing bell out the hallway
I ain't got a cap in the motherfucking wrap, I whip out the air, I broad day
I got in with the stick and I'm with that break, a nigga in half like a Kit Kat
I been tryna be positive mama, they ain't fucking with Jonathan mama
Who you know put they motherfucking stuff on the map and now they don't know nobody's shit
I sent one of my lil' [Cm] nigga come take you out if you get laid [Gm] on the floor by a G
Got pulled over with 55k on my pocket, the police they know I'm legit
The police they know I got sticks, they be worried about me, they know I'm a clique
These niggas they know I'm a dog, I ain't worried about them, I know he a bitch
The next nigga that come play with me, I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pick
They say I'm the hottest new nigga, go check that the mama, that nigga sick
Nigga must have a fever or something, her heat, we're going up in Cleveland or something
Let me give you a history lesson, we moved back to Charlotte 1999
I ain't saying that none of that matter, that somebody touch me, that somebody die
Why he talking so calm when he say that?
I ain't making rewind and replay that, who you know get a fade once a week and they trying to get way fuck a motherfucking way cap
Every time that the DJ play shoot niggas throw up they arm like a motherfucking racetrack
Every time that my baby girl see me she run and say daddy I love when she say that
Every time I hit one of my moves all the bitches go crazy they like how I do that
I keep one in the head if I don't let her first I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Y'all coming like plate in this bitch, fuck around and walk down in the trench coat
They gon' have to put me with the greats, wanna fuck with me she gotta wait
Only y'all with me, me and the kids, it's four of us, we on the C and the steak
I ain't going _ out, I know who I'ma [G] pimp
He bumping his motherfucking guns, we gon' put his ass up like a motherfucking blimp
Like to talk on the pillow with hoes that's gon' get him exposed, he a motherfucking simp
You know he get that thing on him baby, quit asking him why that boy [Gm] walk with a limp
I don't care about this motherfucking chain, but I still bust your motherfucking brain
Just got head on a motherfucking plane, ain't no cop in my rap I'm the truth
In the book and yo ho from the back, I knew her for a day, she don't go she the swoop
And these niggas ain't living like that, why he talking so gangster?
Your boy he a flute, there ain't no baby gon' blow he a flute, there ain't no baby gon' blow he the bomb
There ain't no baby which isn't Miami, nah he in LA nigga thank he LeBron
There ain't no baby go baby on baby, but five years ago nigga say he was John
I just down at the front of the plane and the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton
While he drive me around I be blowing out pressure, I'm chilling backseat with the iron _ _ _ _ _ _
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