MACKLEMORE FEAT OFFSET - WILLY WONKA Chords

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Willy [F] won't go watch the roof come off I pull up in that candy paint call it Baruch So, you cheated and you lied you [F] broke the rules my dog Now you wanna come around when there's food involved Hell no, [Bbm] now the truth be told I'm in the coogee rope with the dookie rope and little Lucy on I'm eating sushi rolls doing the titsy roll think about future goals, hate it [Eb] what you been on I'm in the neutral zone I'm bout to lose control and I'm hopping out [Eb] You think it's Rick Ross I'm [Bbm] pulling out and that lay back [Ab] And it got that from the [Bb] thrift shop Hey! When my daughter singing the hood and my daughter why they hooting [Eb] and hollering I'm maneuvering now to [Bb] Budapest and my baby mama ducking the I.R.S. Been calling trying to get in my wallet but they ain't getting all of it I put my feet up on the automatic I oughta be relaxing Relax, cause uh Just about that action, boss Talk [B] about that action, boss [Bbm] I'm a motherfucking icon Hoops made of white diamonds I met with the press In _ Obama's iPod My front yard got all kind of cars Slum catty blue body colored avatar I don't really fuck with the caviar Six figures get you 16 Walker bars, give me that Willy Walker flavor Willy Walker been had hater Willy Walker live on acres Willy Walker got a lot of paper Golden ticket put you in the raffer I barely see my own neighbors Willy Walker I got flavor Willy Walker I got flavor Flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor like savor Flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor like savor Flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor got flavor like savor Willy Walker I got flavor I'm real good like this, I'm Willy Wonka _ _ _ This some Willy Wonka _ _ _ This some Willy Wonka _ _ This some Willy Wonka _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] I got more flavor than Willy Wonka I'm too free bitches to bend the harness I took a [Bbm] jet out the pool to Congress He got her lips [Eb] from my inner corner Hands on my hip when I grip the burner [Bb] Roll up some pimpy, you smell the burner Willy Wonka probably pour a deuce Blowing all this money like a flu I pipe this shit up but can't pick that bitch up No, Super Bowl, [Bbm] but not one Super Bowl Oh, what would you do for some dough? I took a picture for four I never play with my nose My wrist is a refrigerator cause it's cold Pull up in [C] the back I suppose I was broke when [Bbm] I wasn't that old I been out the ghost [D] Jumping in the [Bbm] crowd I'm close All in the mouth like scope Green Lamborghini, both over Many horses up in your motor In the grass, they over Tryna get behind that like Hovah Rain drop ice, not emoji Willy Wonka, flavor Willy Wonka, [Bb] bad-ass haters Willy Wonka live on acres Willy Wonka got a lot of paper Golden ticket put you in the rave _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _
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