EST Gee x 42 Dugg - Members Only Chords

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Everybody [F] back he wanna mind a thousand on his man a hundred times.
He's lying
He ain't outside poppin shit on my big slime.
I'm gonna give a dime up for the location niggas holes
We're gonna take these clothes for [A] probation
Thug nigga hate them blood niggas still a cuss killer
Drug dealer for the three fat we gonna buy mine
I first hit with CMG like what you buyin now?
All off white bitch that's [F] talkin' bout
These fat bitches spend they last with me ain't never had one
Fetty bitch for 33 a piece I'm tryna grab one
In the bad slum, mama say she still love me though
Cameras in the bedroom, you trying for me to [A] trust these hoes
Fuck these balls, I just seen a [Am] ticket sell a breach niggas
How you serving fiends bitch I only sell the rich niggas
And if his ass kissing baby keep it pushin' I ain't your last nigga
Fast hoops, them they hit the cross tryna [F] stash it
Passed since I got a driver number even he know
I kick that nigga long so that whoopie nigga keep guard
Fuck all them birds tell me every now I'm like T-Hawk
Free oil and free masks, got it fight [Am] nobody bitch
I hope you be the three times you fail we gon' keep track
Quid's been slammed till some get killed we gon' keep slap
I'm a murder dog, them they got a gray yard
Shout out to the prosecutor that's the one who [F] say ya'll
Bitch I'm like a rage ya'll I don't need no days off
I pick up when that page caught, bitch
Yeah we out, putting all involvement, the H-zone
Making plays, how I made my name it ain't [Dm] take long
Drop us a vanilla in my Tess's at the taste off
Pull off make me wait long, I ain't no sitting duck
Taking room from scoring with that ice like a hockey puck
If you wanna get down you gotta sacrifice your [F] life to us
Niggas in that field wearing wads like they mic'ing up
Like and get your people's little touch, ya'll need to tighten up
We gon' get this money, give a fuck bout niggas liking us
Ain't no winning fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up
Better have your pipe or something, you must wanna lose your life or something
Whipping all my niggas work they wrists like they writing something
I brought all my dogs into that huddle like I'm Mike or something
Police found a face inside a puddle and your life is bloody
Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic
Gangsta everywhere [A] except my castles
I'm a made man if a op nigga askin'
Put [F] traps in every side county closest up a red
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