First Week Out Chords by Jdot Breezy

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_ _ _ _ Okay I'm back _
_ In is our now we fucking rocket [Bbm] like cut off like it's a no good my pockets is big Ben Rosen 33 clothes
So there's no point in those who and I say so let's jump in the cutting
I'm _ _ _ gonna _
_ _ [F] start this off by saying boy
Oh your ass doing that Instagram thuggin for them holes in your fans
You don't type how you act you gonna get your ass down around here repping like you step and you ain't even in your bag
[Gb] I ain't even got a body.
I'm a senior with your man's last nigga.
Try to [Bb] play
I left his ass [Gb] where he stands to the kill this fucking dog, but his pussy ass ran
You don't get no respect cuz your group has ran [F] my job is one dope
I bought it up scope haters a couple times
It ain't anything bang some more put these hollows in his throat how many hit I say my phone
It's our cases on the scene a mask up.
They ain't gonna know kind [Gb] of old money new [Bb] money
I [Gb] got blue honey stop a nigga ass.
So what is God like 200 [Bbm] just a nigga? _
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I know he
Is a test and make them pick this shit up I [F] did I put my house you want me to get rough smoke a pound
They cut down.
She know I got that good stuff
You [Db] know, I saw his ass walking so I hopped out the truck and tried to run I hit his long
Did you three trip him up hit his up like six times, but I guess this is luck and then the niggas know I did it
I just don't give you [F] fucks.
I'm Bob that deep up a bitch
You that ducks got a whole take your pole then come like no street up
So what [Dm] there were double O's Tammy white so they stop you a clown you won't tell you don't get [Bbm] enough
I'm in a back with a Mac with a jock in a I can't get your liberal real
Fuck him up special host for the team
I watch me tough on Gus man loving on that thought in that [Gb] thought getting
[F] Then hanging off the drugs on all type of stuff.
I got you drivers if not say they did J in the cut
They don't get me out the gym bitch.
I've done seen enough
So I'm spinning on your shit until I feel like it's enough
I'm writing you telling but I don't give me fuckers on red guy.
Just ain't gonna show love ready for Armageddon
But something is true I
_ _ [Bbm] Switch in that car.
That's most [Gb] likely gonna get stuck.
I put him on your way.
They're gonna buggy for them
But ha ha, you know, [Bb] it's rest up [Gb] jazz Rollaway.
Ain't nobody say mama's gonna cry [Bb] today
Did [Gb] I hop out with a cage?
I'll clear the scene.
Why baby J do the race? _ _ _ _ _
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