Chords for Kenzo Balla - "Unfinished Business" ft. Rayy Balla & TG Flockaa (Dir. by Weirdo Motions)

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_ _ I'm gonna call a child let it squeeze like I'm trying to help the [Ab] knock-on to him
Please like mix the dummy [Eb] with the country or for she's trying to [Abm] do like dumps me
How many niggas got run like a mummy out?
I'm running today.
I mean I'm gonna get some more buddy.
I want to a settle like a dummy big chopper
Who touch it?
He's gonna push it for me on my knuckle and I'm getting tired of him
He's distant but never got back for a minute.
I've got hit his head.
Okay, that's who three shots.
It's just like damn
There's the house right there go play get up for that nigga leave away stand like boy fight question make a man like
My baby Tony 80 TV.
He's gonna go crazy.
It's a truly rock a mega, baby
I said his body leave a lady.
Oh, no, Stacy.
Don't play me, but I'm a demon can't nobody say
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_ _ It's a pity when my niggas catch you when I'm
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_ _ _ _ Leave a six-feet dead
Man, cause I'm too deep with the blitz Instead of you and Wocky, the shootin' don't miss
I said Wocky, give me the assist Instead of you throw pop, then I'm throwin' like ten
Okay, bet, let's make it lit It's the mid-day every time that we split
I told TG, let off the whole clip We tryna do it like shit once again
We fuckin' hit him in his shit Blink on blink, I'm leavin' his body stiff
Big Kimmy, big Chase, I be beat up Man, yesterday I knew it was gon' be lit
I be ridin' with Knox and the whip I got Akron, ain't when I shoot out no miss
Yo, EJ, reverse the whip If that's how we gon' do it like
I got Lilo, Brody got Stacey up the gut, J-Mup, then he gettin' ripped
They ain't gonna be with the grip Not foolin' you here, don't run no trip
Cause they don't get to go up the list We been spendin' all day tryna make us a split
E-Dog got me high as a bitch I be lyin', they high on this shit
I get with Ty, find a mistake You didn't know that, we ready to blitz
Fist to the set, pop off, take first Heavy off, get shot, we spit through they shit
Ayo, Shantzky, suck my dick Ayo, Nasty, suck my dick
Ayo, Uzi, suck my dick That's gotta be too hot, y'all bitch get hit like
And you know that we smokin' on John Glo Niggas [E] chuggin' on John Doe
We just gon' [Abm] roll in my Ponto No backwards, only paper and photo
And you know that I'm fist to the set The only way, everything that y'all said before
I'ma say it again, you guys can't wait til I see how I get like
I don't care if these niggas don't feel me Either way, I'ma show them in real
And if y'all don't like it, y'all gon' have to kill me Y'all niggas is pussy, I can never load me
And I keep it on me everywhere that I go See, I don't wait this throwin', I'm watchin' the run
Then you get low, and after that, say, I ain't talkin' no more
Where the fuck is these lil' niggas at?
We on offense, come get back
Give a cake, well, it's a wrap That nigga told, but cause he got caught
R.G.K.,. that's a fact L.B.K.,. that's a fact Every Jack and he O.K. and cut this Watch out, my niggas leavin' with us back Like, no shots, don't miss, spit back, do it again This'll be my evil twin If he says that, then I'm doin' it Like, how the fuck niggas killin' themselves? What the fuck? Because it's so Matter of fact, let me not even say that Cause this nigga murdered, he's still on tour Like, oh my God, what happened to him? You just got shot, he was lacking again And if we see the odds, then we coppin' at them Like, go get back, niggas, patch your twin Like, now he dead, roll him split So many dead, don't know who to pick Eat our dead, she got a kick Mix it with K, now [Ab] a nigga lit Like, what? Mix it with K, now [Abm] a nigga lit _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
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[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] Go get back, niggas, patch your twin _ Oh my God, what happened to him? G-Papa, G-Papa, Naughty, Dottie Target, spittin' with my Uda, tryna sparks it We tryna lay em down just like a carpet I still be them niggas you don't wanna [A] start with We gon' keep spittin', lurkin' till we pop it Those who try to hit us, we gon' just cough it Hit [E] his chest and leave a mark, they hit all them niggas and spit [D] And if I catch Dee Dee, I'm doin' that bit Spits the way this neck and this chest and this head Bitch, I'm tryna knock off niggas' wigs And we still doin' that from the fifth to the seventh He tryna run up, he a split I'm a blimp, you spinnin' on that clip _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _