Chords for LIL T JAY | Funk Flex | #Freestyle108

[Cm] You know what it is, Funk Flex, I'm here.
Lil Tjay, _ 183rd, Fordham, BX, Uptown.
Man, I used to like Fordham Road on an Easter Sunday.
I'm sorry, Maria.
I didn't mean to bring that up.
I'm sorry.
It's been on my mind all week.
Alright.
Let's _ do it.
DJ Juanito, you know what it is.
I wish [Ab] my bro was here to see me grind.
[Bb] I wish I had the chance to talk to him [Cm] just one more time.
Fake niggas [Fm] taking over, real niggas hard to find.
So I keep [Gm] it none, we both got it like he [Cm] drop it down.
It's rule to the streets, niggas must respect.
Niggas talking, they be [Fm] lying to you [Bb] flexing, I'm [Ab] fucking fast.
I touch down in the new jet.
I got some diamonds on my [Bb] body, reason why these niggas [Ab] upset.
I got some money I ain't [Gm] touch yet.
I got some bitches with a nice little body, I ain't [Cm] fucked yet.
I got some [Fm] bitches in my crib.
And that's my bad, I'm a [G] slack and they should find out where I [Ab] live.
Cause I'm somebody, niggas nobody.
These niggas, they be talking about me, [Fm] they don't know [Bb] about me.
I [Ab] keep the pole on me, I can't flip.
Run up on him, he gon' dip.
I got the 4th, 5th, we [Gm] gon' spin right up in that [Cm] whip.
We gon' spin it through the [Gm] 3rd.
We gon' spin up on your side.
Everybody smelly drive, call my brothers, they gon' [Cm] ride.
We gon' run [Fm] up in your crib, open up and get inside.
Niggas talking crazy, [Gm] right up in the kitchen, they gon' [Ab] hide.
Ain't nobody gon' survive when I pull up with the 9.
I ain't playing games, bullets [Fm] coming right [Gm] for your [Ab] spine.
Bullets right for your eye.
I'm just hoping that you die.
I just wanna [Bb] see you dead.
We don't need the obsolete.
[Cm] See his mama cry, homicide, bottom line.
Spitting off the top, used to serve [Gm] up on the block.
I'm serving knots.
[Cm] I remember [Fm] in the kitchen, we was trying to whip the pan.
[C] Niggas talking about me, they [Gm] don't even know about who I am.
[Ab] Now I'm niggas [Fm] upset.
I gotta go in [Gm] and get this bag, I ain't up yet.
I [Cm] was early [Fm] morning on my grind, trying to get these dollars.
[Ab] These niggas talking, I ain't never [Gm] been a fucking [Eb] scholar.
And I've been to school, go to math, go to class, gotta get these bags.
Niggas, they be [F] talking, you was broke, [Bbm] then we gon' cut [Ab] your ass.
Cut in class, I was in the hallways in the staircase.
These niggas, they be talking, [Gm] I'ma shoot you, I ain't fair [Cm] way.
I shoot you in your face and I'm gon' shoot you in your eye.
I'ma shoot [Gm] you in your tooth, I'ma shoot you in your neck.
[Cm] Niggas talking, [Fm] I might have to go and shoot you in your vest.
[Gm] If you run to pull me now, then I'ma shoot you up in flex.
[Ab] I ain't playing games, I [Cm] ain't saying names.
I ain't talking chains, gang.
Checking like [Fm] the wings, toting [Bb] big [Ab] things.
I ain't playing games when we ride.
Niggas going hard, uh.
[G] I said, niggas going hard, [Cm] hot, nah.
And now I'm spying right off the top.
You remember when I was spying [Gm] right up on the block.
I said I had to [Cm] light some candles for my nigga Smelly.
You run up on me, [Bb] got some shots right for your belly.
He [Cm] said, he's a front flex, little TJ, [F] [Bb] BX, [Ab] 183rd.
We told you we like that for them.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
[Bb] That's what New York [Ab] City sound like.
Let's go.
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