Chords for M Row - Bad Day (WhoRunItNYC Performance)

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I'm fuckin' with you, make it a bad bitch
Beep, beep, [Fm] beep
And you're my outlaw niggas, [Bb] twist these niggas
And he blockin' with his litwit, we always have [Fm] victims
Three ox down, lost both to the system
He duckin' his head, I was mad that I missed him
Maneuver, I know he mad that I blissed him
The op nigga bitch, then she went back and kissed him
I keep a shit P, cause I deck her the distance
Bitch, I shot that hop nigga Swister
I still can't believe to [F] this day we ain't split
Lil' J, why you told me all over that lie?
That I asked what [Abm] I did to be woke
And wasted the day that I see J.Fox
I used to be on my [D] block, runnin' around fake poems
I won't even lie, used to be on they side
While [Ab] I was jackin' my F for the top, free [G] the bows
You can jack all them niggas, I [Fm] think it's my prize
It's been who the vibes in the side that I chose
Can't tell you shit, I just got loaded, I went
Like, [Ab] how many shots [Bbm] I've sent?
Freak, more shot clicks, how can we bet?
Flick out the V, you can't see, we got tits
5% to [Fm] prevent
Cameras, action, you know how we get
We got shot in his back, he tripped on cement
He ain't die, it wasn't meant
All that shit that I say, I try to don't matter
Dress me up with, windows, shiner
Listen, listen, I bout to make niggas scatter
I really get [B] active, don't care for the chatter
I'm a bitch, [Db] let it be all blatter
He ain't cheatin', I like to get fatter
Stallion bitch, I'm climbin' [D] that ladder
You know I got rich when I notice I'm glistening
No hips, we all in the lip, cause we always equipped
Keep my faith, I'm fit as crap
My mama was lit, we was takin' [Bbm] that trap
No shits in the spot, you know he got ripped
Had a bad day, [C] sidekicks, go get equipped
Don't run, don't die, keep it top, don't slip
Y'all always gon' hot, fist, ballin', y'all whip
I play [Db] that music, I'm young, I'm sick
Bust a lil' back, you get shot from deep
Watch how I creep, OEAP
Fuller's gon' burn him, they [Bbm] put him to sleep
Shits hit different, how does they jeep?
Bounce in his body, collapse, he was weak
Was chokin' on blood, he can't even speak
But [Fm] I won't say his name, they gon' say I'm a [Bb] tweet
That's not gold, boy need to stop
You ain't never done shit on my block
Got spanked by the goat, took that on a hop
[Bbm] Always rap [Fm] how you bait up on drills with a chop
Rally shit, trash, nigga is pop
He ain't never get back since the day he got shot
Got hit up, can't get up, heard that he drop
Yeah, he
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_ I'm fuckin' with you, make it a bad bitch
_ _ _ _ Beep, _ beep, [Fm] _ beep
_ _ And you're my outlaw niggas, [Bb] twist these niggas
And he blockin' with his litwit, we always have [Fm] victims
Three ox down, lost both to the system
He duckin' his head, I was mad that I missed him
Maneuver, I know he mad that I blissed him
The op nigga bitch, then she went back and kissed him
I keep a shit P, cause I deck her the distance
Bitch, I shot that hop nigga Swister
I still can't believe to [F] this day we ain't split
Lil' J, why you told me all over that lie?
That I asked what [Abm] I did to be woke
And wasted the day that I see J.Fox
I used to be on my [D] block, runnin' around fake poems
I won't even lie, used to be on they side
While [Ab] I was jackin' my F for the top, free [G] the bows
You can jack all them niggas, I [Fm] think it's my prize
It's been who the vibes in the side that I chose
Can't tell you shit, I just got loaded, I went
Like, [Ab] how many shots [Bbm] I've sent?
Freak, more shot clicks, how can we bet?
Flick out the V, you can't see, we got tits
5% to [Fm] prevent
Cameras, action, you know how we get
We got shot in his back, he tripped on cement
He ain't die, it wasn't meant
All that shit that I say, I try to don't matter
Dress me up with, windows, shiner
Listen, listen, I bout to make niggas scatter
I really get [B] active, don't care for the chatter
I'm a bitch, [Db] let it be all blatter
He ain't cheatin', I like to get fatter
Stallion bitch, I'm climbin' [D] that ladder
You know I got rich when I notice I'm glistening
No hips, we all in the lip, cause we always equipped
Keep my faith, I'm fit as crap
My mama was lit, we was takin' [Bbm] that trap
No shits in the spot, you know he got ripped
Had a bad day, [C] sidekicks, go get equipped
Don't run, don't die, keep it top, don't slip
Y'all always gon' hot, fist, ballin', y'all whip
I play [Db] that music, I'm young, I'm sick
Bust a lil' back, you get shot from deep
Watch how I creep, OEAP
Fuller's gon' burn him, they [Bbm] put him to sleep
Shits hit different, how does they jeep?
Bounce in his body, collapse, he was weak
Was chokin' on blood, he can't even speak
But [Fm] I won't say his name, they gon' say I'm a [Bb] tweet
That's not gold, boy need to stop
You ain't never done shit on my block
Got spanked by the goat, took that on a hop
[Bbm] Always rap [Fm] how you bait up on drills with a chop
Rally shit, trash, nigga is pop
He ain't never get back since the day he got shot
Got hit up, can't get up, heard that he drop
Yeah, he

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