Chords for Lick Or Sum
Tempo:
113.5 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ebm
G
Gb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ebm]
[Eb]
[Gb] [Eb] [Ebm]
[F] What juicy say A [G]-Blade?
Pull up on my [Eb] tracks, cause he know I [Ebm] like to run
You know where my people at nigga, you know where I'm from
Told him [F] that I love him, had him thinkin' I was broke
[Ebm] Got that bread, got that [Eb] head, then I sent him to his mom on the [Ab] count, count
[G] Cause, I guess
[Eb] I guess
I call that nigga brother, his mammy gave my mammy nothing
And stop callin' me sick, I'm tryna fuck your baby daddy
Get hair from his cousin too, I keep it in the family
He fold me like a present, I'm his auntie Annie
Ooh, and lick it like a lollipop
Vicky and E.P., Mr.
Baby Bottle Pop
I ain't with that midget, but I need some slop top
What's up Mr.
Ding-a-ling, I'm tryna get the right chop
My foot up on that nigga bitch, he suckin' on my toes
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
I [Gb] got a nigga on the [Eb] town, and a nigga in the slumber
If I'm with you at my nigga college, you know I'm still gon' answer
I know you eatin' ass, but don't ask me for a kiss
And don't bring up my man, cause I ain't askin' bout your bitch
He got all of these bitches that don't wake up to run to me
He know that I'm the big homie, his other bitches under me
Got the best head from a libra, and the best dick from a kiss
[Ebm] He say you never ate no ass, well I'm about to set the stand
Come here, boy the inch weed, dreadhead nigga
Boy, you're my [Eb] nigga, nigga, I'm goin' out the league
On the gun, gun,
[Gm]
get some niggas [Eb] up
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
So my advice to you would be to go and be a ho
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
My advice to you would be to go and be a ho
On the gun, gun
[G]
[Eb]
[Gb] [Eb] [Ebm]
[F] What juicy say A [G]-Blade?
Pull up on my [Eb] tracks, cause he know I [Ebm] like to run
You know where my people at nigga, you know where I'm from
Told him [F] that I love him, had him thinkin' I was broke
[Ebm] Got that bread, got that [Eb] head, then I sent him to his mom on the [Ab] count, count
[G] Cause, I guess
[Eb] I guess
I call that nigga brother, his mammy gave my mammy nothing
And stop callin' me sick, I'm tryna fuck your baby daddy
Get hair from his cousin too, I keep it in the family
He fold me like a present, I'm his auntie Annie
Ooh, and lick it like a lollipop
Vicky and E.P., Mr.
Baby Bottle Pop
I ain't with that midget, but I need some slop top
What's up Mr.
Ding-a-ling, I'm tryna get the right chop
My foot up on that nigga bitch, he suckin' on my toes
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
I [Gb] got a nigga on the [Eb] town, and a nigga in the slumber
If I'm with you at my nigga college, you know I'm still gon' answer
I know you eatin' ass, but don't ask me for a kiss
And don't bring up my man, cause I ain't askin' bout your bitch
He got all of these bitches that don't wake up to run to me
He know that I'm the big homie, his other bitches under me
Got the best head from a libra, and the best dick from a kiss
[Ebm] He say you never ate no ass, well I'm about to set the stand
Come here, boy the inch weed, dreadhead nigga
Boy, you're my [Eb] nigga, nigga, I'm goin' out the league
On the gun, gun,
[Gm]
get some niggas [Eb] up
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
So my advice to you would be to go and be a ho
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
My advice to you would be to go and be a ho
On the gun, gun
[G]
Key:
Eb
Ebm
G
Gb
F
Eb
Ebm
G
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_ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
[F] What juicy say A [G]-Blade?
Pull up on my [Eb] tracks, cause he know I [Ebm] like to run
You know where my people at nigga, you know where I'm from
Told him [F] that I love him, had him thinkin' I was broke
[Ebm] Got that bread, got that [Eb] head, then I sent him to his mom on the [Ab] count, count _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Cause, I guess _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] I guess
I call that nigga brother, his mammy gave my mammy nothing
And stop callin' me sick, I'm tryna fuck your baby daddy
Get hair from his cousin too, I keep it in the family
He fold me like a present, I'm his auntie Annie
Ooh, _ and lick it like a lollipop
Vicky and E.P., Mr.
Baby Bottle Pop
I ain't with that midget, but I need some slop top
What's up Mr.
Ding-a-ling, I'm tryna get the right chop
My foot up on that nigga bitch, he suckin' on my toes
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
I [Gb] got a nigga on the [Eb] town, and a nigga in the slumber
If I'm with you at my nigga college, you know I'm still gon' answer
I know you eatin' ass, but don't ask me for a kiss
And don't bring up my man, cause I ain't askin' bout your bitch
He got all of these bitches that don't wake up to run to me
He know that I'm the big homie, his other bitches under me
Got the best head from a libra, and the best dick from a kiss
[Ebm] He say you never ate no ass, well I'm about to set the stand
Come here, boy the inch weed, dreadhead nigga
Boy, you're my [Eb] nigga, nigga, I'm goin' out the league
On the gun, gun, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ get some niggas [Eb] up
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
So my advice to you would be to go and be a ho
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
My advice to you would be to go and be a ho
On the gun, gun _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
[F] What juicy say A [G]-Blade?
Pull up on my [Eb] tracks, cause he know I [Ebm] like to run
You know where my people at nigga, you know where I'm from
Told him [F] that I love him, had him thinkin' I was broke
[Ebm] Got that bread, got that [Eb] head, then I sent him to his mom on the [Ab] count, count _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Cause, I guess _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] I guess
I call that nigga brother, his mammy gave my mammy nothing
And stop callin' me sick, I'm tryna fuck your baby daddy
Get hair from his cousin too, I keep it in the family
He fold me like a present, I'm his auntie Annie
Ooh, _ and lick it like a lollipop
Vicky and E.P., Mr.
Baby Bottle Pop
I ain't with that midget, but I need some slop top
What's up Mr.
Ding-a-ling, I'm tryna get the right chop
My foot up on that nigga bitch, he suckin' on my toes
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
I [Gb] got a nigga on the [Eb] town, and a nigga in the slumber
If I'm with you at my nigga college, you know I'm still gon' answer
I know you eatin' ass, but don't ask me for a kiss
And don't bring up my man, cause I ain't askin' bout your bitch
He got all of these bitches that don't wake up to run to me
He know that I'm the big homie, his other bitches under me
Got the best head from a libra, and the best dick from a kiss
[Ebm] He say you never ate no ass, well I'm about to set the stand
Come here, boy the inch weed, dreadhead nigga
Boy, you're my [Eb] nigga, nigga, I'm goin' out the league
On the gun, gun, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ get some niggas [Eb] up
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
So my advice to you would be to go and be a ho
You love and know this nigga, but he love to ho
My advice to you would be to go and be a ho
On the gun, gun _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _