Chords for Drake - Lemon Pepper Freestyle (Music Video) ft. Rick Ross

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Drake - Lemon Pepper Freestyle (Music Video) ft. Rick Ross chords
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[Ab] [Gb] I'm trying [Bb] to get [Ab] you under my [Ebm] radar
[F] I'm trying [Gb]
to get [Fm] you under my [E] radar
[Db]
Godfather with [Ebm] a gun full of snakes
Car Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks, ball, time to turn them in their face
Big boy, got me trying [Bb] by the graves
Courtroom selling [Bbm] like I'm in the opera
[Gb] Went and got it, now these niggas wanna [Fm] knock us
Bitches balling cause they need [Ebm] a couple hollers
But it ain't a problem cause a nigga really got it
[Ab] Fat boy, rich [Bbm] nigga with a appetite
Count [Ebm] money all night under the [Fm] candlelight
Spinning vinyl, Teddy P or Z [Ebm]-Lionel
Not a model [C] but I know I be your idol
[Ebm] Big bank sparking weed without a lighter
Home fire cause I'm just a different [Fm] writer
Practicing social distance with all these snitch [Ebm] niggas
Guess he jealous cause I had his [Ab] favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, [Ebm] stepping out of big trucks
Stepping on my feet'll get you [Ab] fucked up
Got the squad with me and all they did was give me [Ebm] love
Footlocker, 20 deeper, nigga, spin the dub
G-Wagon for my [Bbm] bitch, I girl go live it up
[Gb] Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit em up
Machiavelli is all eyes on [Ebm] me
Pinky rings and still them [F] mo' B's
I'm [Ab] [Gb] trying to [Bb]
get [Ab] you under [Eb]
[F] [Gb]
[Fm]
[Gb] [Eb]
[Ebm] my radar
Yo, heart just turned [Fm] purple
360 up front, it all comes full [Ebm] circle
Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel
[Bbm]
[Gb] Patti Mahomes about to fall short a couple [Fm] hundred
Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked a [Ebm] notary public
She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers
[Ab] [Gb] Yo, make a set, [Fm] sell in Croatia to get the leverage
Groundskeepers cutting the grass and clipping the [Ebm] hedges
I took two mil [Bb] out the cage down in the desert
Matthew Maddox calling [Gb] the pit boss, double checking
The numbers all good, just pay me, I'm at the [F] rhino
Real life, the whole fam, [Bb] goons like [Ebm] Rallo
One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow
Let me get a lemon pepper order, please
You gotta head to Link before you [Fm] order these
Docking jet skis in the Florida [Ebm] Keys
We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
Judas [Gb] found a bottle with the messages
These days, fame is disconnected from [Fm] excellence
Half the time, I gotta ask niggas [Ebm] what they profession is
Usher the generation in, these are where my professions live
[Ab] I [Gb] did [Bb] brunch with the judge [F] reappearing before
Private villa's only, I don't go near a [Ebm] resort
We want everything galore, not [Bb] just lyrical lore
[Gb]
For real
And my city love me like the [F] Marlowe's
And I send her the child support, [D] she send me the heart [Ebm] emoji
They all say they love me, [Bbm] but they hardly know me
[F] Yo, dropped him off [Bb] at school, big day for my [Fm] little man
Resets, hits, daddy probably made another [Ebm] M
School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again
[Gb]
Yo, teacher, parent, meetings, wives get overly high
[Fm]
Regardless of what they [Ebm] husbands do to provide
Asking if I know Beyonce [F] or Nicki Minaj
[B] [Gb] Of course
Pull up to the front in a fleet [F] of Suburbans
Flooded fresh immersion with the [Ebm] Secret Service
Shit is so obvious [C] it defeats the purpose
[Gb] If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker
Champagne ring bells in the streets [Fm] of Jamaica
Started at a crib, look [Bb] how far this [Ebm] shit'll take you
Roth sitting on [F] 235 acres
[Ebm] And that's facts
Hummed on Muhammad like my [Fm] third cousin's ass
Mansour Muhammad like my [Ebm] real brother, facts
Dubra embraced [F] me like an Emirati, facts
All my [Gb] Rolls Royces got a different body, facts
Mansour he kitted out with every option, facts
[Ebm] Let me know if that's a problem
[Gb]
If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it
Used [Eb] to say I had it before I got [F] it
Now I got it all and being honest, I don't really wanna [Ebm] talk about it
And if I didn't have it, wouldn't [Bb] wanna talk about it
[Gb]
I had it so long, I don't even [Fm] celebrate it
Negative thoughts don't even [Ebm] enter my inner matrix
Bad to me still rapping [Bb] bout it if I never made it
[Ebm] Not too many parallels left [Fm] in our lives
I mean my crib look bigger through my [Ebm] son's eyes
And the squad look bigger [Gb] to the young guys
And my dick feel better when you jump right
Spend night time staring at [Fm] the sunrise
And my diamonds all hidden like [Ebm] tie dye
Air can of the center nigga when I die
[Eb] Y'all gon' have to [Gb] fly in and do your fake cry
[Fm] First couple rows you gon' see the real guys
The ones that purchase they vehicles cause the [Gb] trunk size
The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time
Watch on my wrist, never show me crunch time
Cause I ain't never let it come to that [Fm] one time
To be real man I [Bb] never did [Ebm] one crime
But none of my brothers could capture that line
At all
Kill me that's talent God [Fm] wasted
Instant noodle sriracha I still [Ebm] taste it
When mama was too tired to cook and we [Bb] had the basics
Instant noodle [Gb] sriracha I still taste it
Now it's a movie I'm back and Balagh [Fm] wasted
Niggas love trop on my back with the walls [Ebm] facing
Big body frames wasn't in the car racing
Me and Chugs drive by shorty hard racing
I always end up dropping the top when it starts raining
Living in a 6, 8 week sun blazing
After that the killas just go into [C] hibernation
[Gb]
Damn
Rest in peace [F] dollar bill
How I get a girl and girls still wanna [Ebm] holla still
How I'm so famous gotta live where they hide the hills
[Gb] Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt
My label gotta prove they love me gotta [Ebm] wire mills
My boy Kitsch is done [F] looking like a flour mill
[Gb] You niggas faces looking like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some motherfucking [Fm] fire drills
It's like this shit feels real but it's [Ebm] never real
Yeah
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[C] [Gb]
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_ [Ab] [Gb] I'm trying _ [Bb] to get [Ab] you under _ my [Ebm] radar
_ _ [F] I'm trying _ [Gb] _
_ to get [Fm] you under my [E] radar
_ _ [Db] _
Godfather with [Ebm] a gun full of snakes
Car Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks, ball, time to turn them in their face
Big boy, got me trying [Bb] by the graves
Courtroom selling [Bbm] like I'm in the opera
[Gb] Went and got it, now these niggas wanna [Fm] knock us
Bitches balling cause they need [Ebm] a couple hollers
But it ain't a problem cause a nigga really got it
[Ab] Fat boy, rich [Bbm] nigga with a appetite
Count [Ebm] money all night under the [Fm] candlelight
Spinning vinyl, Teddy P or Z [Ebm]-Lionel
Not a model [C] but I know I be your idol
[Ebm] Big bank sparking weed without a lighter
Home fire cause I'm just a different [Fm] writer
Practicing social distance with all these snitch [Ebm] niggas
Guess he jealous cause I had his [Ab] favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, [Ebm] stepping out of big trucks
Stepping on my feet'll get you [Ab] fucked up
Got the squad with me and all they did was give me [Ebm] love
Footlocker, 20 deeper, nigga, spin the dub
G-Wagon for my [Bbm] bitch, I girl go live it up
[Gb] Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit em up
Machiavelli is all eyes on [Ebm] me
Pinky rings and still them [F] mo' B's
I'm [Ab] _ [Gb] trying to _ [Bb]
get [Ab] you under _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Gb] _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ my radar
Yo, heart just turned [Fm] purple
360 up front, it all comes full [Ebm] circle
Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel
_ [Bbm] _
[Gb] Patti Mahomes about to fall short a couple [Fm] hundred
Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked a [Ebm] notary public
She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers
_ [Ab] _ [Gb] Yo, make a set, [Fm] sell in Croatia to get the leverage
Groundskeepers cutting the grass and clipping the [Ebm] hedges
I took two mil [Bb] out the cage down in the desert
Matthew Maddox calling [Gb] the pit boss, double checking
The numbers all good, just pay me, I'm at the [F] rhino
Real life, the whole fam, [Bb] goons like [Ebm] Rallo
One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow
Let me get a lemon pepper order, please
You gotta head to Link before you [Fm] order these
Docking jet skis in the Florida [Ebm] Keys
We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
Judas [Gb] found a bottle with the messages
These days, fame is disconnected from [Fm] excellence
Half the time, I gotta ask niggas [Ebm] what they profession is
Usher the generation in, these are where my professions live
[Ab] I [Gb] _ did [Bb] brunch with the judge [F] reappearing before
Private villa's only, I don't go near a [Ebm] resort
We want everything galore, not [Bb] just lyrical lore
_ [Gb]
For real
And my city love me like the [F] Marlowe's
And I send her the child support, [D] she send me the heart [Ebm] emoji
They all say they love me, [Bbm] but they hardly know me
_ [F] Yo, dropped him off [Bb] at school, big day for my [Fm] little man
Resets, hits, daddy probably made another [Ebm] M
School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again
_ [Gb]
Yo, teacher, parent, meetings, wives get overly high
[Fm]
Regardless of what they [Ebm] husbands do to provide
Asking if I know Beyonce [F] or Nicki Minaj
[B] [Gb] Of course
Pull up to the front in a fleet [F] of Suburbans
Flooded fresh immersion with the [Ebm] Secret Service
Shit is so obvious [C] it defeats the purpose
[Gb] If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker
Champagne ring bells in the streets [Fm] of Jamaica
Started at a crib, look [Bb] how far this [Ebm] shit'll take you
Roth sitting on [F] 235 acres
_ [Ebm] And that's facts
Hummed on Muhammad like my [Fm] third cousin's ass
Mansour Muhammad like my [Ebm] real brother, facts
Dubra embraced [F] me like an Emirati, facts
All my [Gb] Rolls Royces got a different body, facts
Mansour he kitted out with every option, facts
[Ebm] Let me know if that's a problem
_ _ [Gb] _
If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it
Used [Eb] to say I had it before I got [F] it
Now I got it all and being honest, I don't really wanna [Ebm] talk about it
And if I didn't have it, wouldn't [Bb] wanna talk about it
_ [Gb] _
I had it so long, I don't even [Fm] celebrate it
Negative thoughts don't even [Ebm] enter my inner matrix
Bad to me still rapping [Bb] bout it if I never made it
_ [Ebm] _ Not too many parallels left [Fm] in our lives
I mean my crib look bigger through my [Ebm] son's eyes
And the squad look bigger [Gb] to the young guys
And my dick feel better when you jump right
Spend night time staring at [Fm] the sunrise
And my diamonds all hidden like [Ebm] tie dye
Air can of the center nigga when I die
[Eb] Y'all gon' have to [Gb] fly in and do your fake cry
[Fm] First couple rows you gon' see the real guys
The ones that purchase they vehicles cause the [Gb] trunk size
The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time
Watch on my wrist, never show me crunch time
Cause I ain't never let it come to that [Fm] one time
To be real man I [Bb] never did [Ebm] one crime
But none of my brothers could capture that line
At all
Kill me that's talent God [Fm] wasted
Instant noodle sriracha I still [Ebm] taste it
When mama was too tired to cook and we [Bb] had the basics
Instant noodle [Gb] sriracha I still taste it
Now it's a movie I'm back and Balagh [Fm] wasted
Niggas love trop on my back with the walls [Ebm] facing
Big body frames wasn't in the car racing
Me and Chugs drive by shorty hard racing
I always end up dropping the top when it starts raining
Living in a 6, 8 week sun blazing
After that the killas just go into [C] hibernation
_ [Gb] _
_ Damn
Rest in peace [F] dollar bill
How I get a girl and girls still wanna [Ebm] holla still
How I'm so famous gotta live where they hide the hills
_ [Gb] _ _ Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt
My label gotta prove they love me gotta [Ebm] wire mills
My boy Kitsch is done [F] looking like a flour mill
[Gb] You niggas faces looking like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some motherfucking [Fm] fire drills
It's like this shit feels real but it's [Ebm] never real _ _
Yeah
[Ab] _ [Gb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Gb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _