Chords for Herbal T - "That's that"

_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] Hey yo, smooth and delicious, y'all dudes are just bitches, I serve them season, afterwards
I have them doing the dishes, I move with the quickness, it's not about the jewels or
the riches, this is rap calisthenics man, I do it for [F#m] fitness, yeah I know music's a
business, I know about the YouTube views and the clicks and the [G#] revenues for [F#] them bitches,
I'm using them bitches to purchase something super nutritious, for my family, like salmon,
we make stew with them fishes, [B] MC's about to swim with the schools of the fishes, I'm
glueing your pictures to walls and [C#] throwing darts at [F#m] you when you click it's the wax and
herbal tea, crew in this bitch with the shit that make you bounce [F#] like them hydraulic coops
with the switches, the kangaroos are [C#] some crickets, your gang of losers are finished,
John Gotti swag body bag bruising and stitches, you think I have the flu with the sickness,
I'm spewing, I gotta pull over, catch me roadside puking in ditches, rotting like Johnny from
the group, this is [D#] vicious, cruise frees like computers with [C#m] glitches, your [F#m] girl dreams
about removing my bridges and lubing my dick with some lubricant, using the tits and then
doing exuberant shit when the fluids emitting, it looks like Elmer's glue cause it sticks,
that surprised look on her face [G#] shows how stupid [F#] the bitch is, herbs move crowds like
the preacher with his booze full of Christians and once again your gang of losers are finished
and [C#] that's that, my crew that shit, whole crowd so loud saying do that shit, 1, 2, 3,
4, 5 in this bitch, can't believe they got the people so live in this bitch and [F#m] that's
that, my crew that shit, whole crowd so loud [C#m] saying do that [F#] shit, 1, [F#m] 2, 3, 4, 5 in this
bitch, can't believe they got the people so live in this bitch
the way it felt when I was writing this tune, was kinda like huffing a nitrous [G#m] balloon on
a flight [F#] to the moon, like lightning was striking the room, like fucking around and trying to
fight Mike Tyson, couple of rights [C#] and you're doomed, y'all really good at sucking like
Dyson vacuums, I throw your CD in the garbage for the mice and raccoons, whacking C's I
don't need a fork and knife to [F#m] consume, cause all these cotton candy rappers I can slice
with a spool, your mama shoulda took your life in the womb, I recommend you put a hose
through your tailpipe and siphon the fumes, I got you tripping like as if I laced a cypher
with shrooms, y'all gotta be high like them witches [C#] taking flights on them brooms, it's
like I was biting the prune, cause I'll be dropping mad shit soon, ass sounding like a
bassoon, herbal tea broke joke money trifling with soon, I'm trying to see that big cake
like the wife in [F#m] the groom and that's that
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