Chords for Lil Wyte - We Aint Playin

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Eb

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Ab

Bb

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[D]
[Eb] [Ab]
[D]
[Eb] [Ab]
[D]
[Eb] [Dm]
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[Eb] [Ab]
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[G]
We [Dm] ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, mud-a-fucker, we ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, mud-a-fucker, we ain't playing, hell
[Bb] [D]
[Eb] [Dm] no!
[D] We playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing, motherfucker, [Eb] we [Ab]
[D]
[Eb] [Dm]
[D]
[Eb] playing hell, dog.
You [D] ain't scared, we ain't scared, so let's kick this out the door.
Got your unit, let's go do it, I ain't got no time for hoes.
Think we playing, we ain't playing, we can do this 10-0-4.
With all this animosity around me, I'm about to explode.
And if I blow, it's for show.
The outcome is gonna be crucial, feelings mutual.
If you say I'm useful, then that's truthful, bringing this brutal.
Every time I pass a fucking mic, soothing your soul and giving you music that you guarantee to like.
And ain't no stopping there, nothing but air and opportunity everywhere.
Stop and stare, or just take a peek at all that isn't fair.
Think I care?
Yes sir, cause all this shit's affecting me.
I'm gonna keep on speaking my mind till these folks start respecting me, neglecting me.
[Gm] No more [Dm] taking that, motherfucker, what you say?
Tough as nails, growing up in Memphis, living in the bay.
Made it great, picked up rap, and yes, this nigga has a right.
No more joking, [Bb] niggas, it's [D] roasting you up on the track.
It's tight.
[Eb] [Dm]
[D]
[Eb] We playing [Ab]
[D]
[Eb] [F]
[D] hell, dog.
[Eb] Motherfucker, we playing [Ab] hell, dog.
I [Dm] got a million [Bb] categories on [D] my shit to-do list.
And plus my anodysm and bottle building up throughout this.
It's gonna come fine with the [Bb] bad and [Dm] the good's gonna get great.
Be sad you ain't make it this far, I can't help it that it's fate.
And plus my legacy's been charted through this untraveled planet.
My prophecy's got me to where I be, I know you can't stand it.
[G] My shit [D] be slamming like orgasms, jamming up in your throat.
Open up your release valve so you can get a breath or you choke.
I'm about to give it like some bitches, doctors, placing incisions.
[G] Bring [D] nothing but some fucking pain on everything that I'm giving.
And I got no love for them [Bb] haters trying [D] to stop what I'm doing.
This shit goes on, I rap all [Bb] along and best [D] believe I'm pursuing [G] a higher [D] ground on earth.
And that's [Bb] so hard, [D] cause man ain't got wings.
See everyone on earth's a [Gm] puppet [D] dancing round on a string.
You gotta grab life by its neck and rip its bones out of socket.
Cause if you don't, you might slip up and you'll end up out of pocket.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing motherfucker, [Eb] we [Dm] playing hell dog.
We [D] playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing motherfucker, [Eb] we playing [Ab] hell dog.
We [D] playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing motherfucker, [Eb] we [F] playing hell, dog.
[D] We playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing motherfucker, [Eb] we playing [Ab] hell, dog.
[D]
[Eb] [F]
[D] [Bb] [D]
[Eb]
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Bb
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D
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We [Dm] ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, mud-a-fucker, we ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, _ _ _ mud-a-fucker, we ain't playing, hell _
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[D] We playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing, motherfucker, [Eb] we _ [Ab] _ _
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_ _ _ [Eb] _ playing hell, dog.
You [D] ain't scared, we ain't scared, so let's kick this out the door.
Got your unit, let's go do it, I ain't got no time for hoes.
Think we playing, we ain't playing, we can do this 10-0-4.
With all this animosity around me, I'm about to explode.
And if I blow, it's for show.
The outcome is gonna be crucial, feelings mutual.
If you say I'm useful, then that's truthful, bringing this brutal.
Every time I pass a fucking mic, soothing your soul and giving you music that you guarantee to like.
And ain't no stopping there, nothing but air and opportunity everywhere.
Stop and stare, or just take a peek at all that isn't fair.
Think I care?
Yes sir, cause all this shit's affecting me.
I'm gonna keep on speaking my mind till these folks start respecting me, neglecting me.
[Gm] No more [Dm] taking that, motherfucker, what you say?
Tough as nails, growing up in Memphis, living in the bay.
Made it great, picked up rap, and yes, this nigga has a right.
No more joking, [Bb] niggas, it's [D] roasting you up on the track.
It's tight.
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_ _ _ [Eb] _ We playing [Ab] _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ hell, dog.
_ _ [Eb] Motherfucker, we playing [Ab] hell, dog.
I [Dm] got a million [Bb] categories on [D] my shit to-do list.
And plus my anodysm and bottle building up throughout this.
It's gonna come fine with the [Bb] bad and [Dm] the good's gonna get great.
Be sad you ain't make it this far, I can't help it that it's fate.
And plus my legacy's been charted through this untraveled planet.
My prophecy's got me to where I be, I know you can't stand it.
[G] My shit [D] be slamming like orgasms, jamming up in your throat.
Open up your release valve so you can get a breath or you choke.
I'm about to give it like some bitches, doctors, placing incisions.
[G] Bring [D] nothing but some fucking pain on everything that I'm giving.
And I got no love for them [Bb] haters trying [D] to stop what I'm doing.
This shit goes on, I rap all [Bb] along and best [D] believe I'm pursuing [G] a higher [D] ground on earth.
And that's [Bb] so hard, [D] cause man ain't got wings.
See everyone on earth's a [Gm] puppet [D] dancing round on a string.
You gotta grab life by its neck and rip its bones out of socket.
Cause if you don't, you might slip up and you'll end up out of pocket.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing motherfucker, [Eb] we [Dm] playing hell dog.
We [D] playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing motherfucker, [Eb] we playing [Ab] hell dog.
We [D] playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing motherfucker, [Eb] we [F] playing hell, dog.
[D] We playing hell, dog.
We playing hell, dog.
We playing motherfucker, [Eb] we playing [Ab] hell, dog.
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