Chords for Odd Future- Rella

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I fuck this flow
_ _ This is my electronic press kit I hauled in some fresh shit
Nigga rack collect, bitch, girl right here don't stress shit
I text messages, messages to fucking evidence She let me in, I sex her then, she sexier
than My leather band cause I never am purchasing
_ Reinverting the courtesy Put some body on the curb, it's a work street
I heard the street, heard she sweet, she heard she sweet
But me, I'm extravagant I bought a bandwagon, kid
I'm about to tell you some Travis shit The love is lost and the drugs ain't count
And the studio makes no wrong Bitch is chitchatting my drawers
I keep bitching my drawers Nigga, my dick's in her jaw
I'm Wes Snipes with land pipes Don't dabble with that apple
Cause the swagger like my turn them apples in the snapple
Fuck the king of the rap, I'm king of the casting
Nigga, gang is calm and chain [Am] We in Maryland, [E] LaMansion
Making money in the present And it's safe for my trans sons, oh
After the drugs, but when the champ come, bitch
[B] Suicide watch, [F] nigga, _ [B] kill yourself _ Opposition, [F] hoe, nigga, [B] reveal yourself
How'd you steal our [A] swag and figure you'd [E] steal yourself?
Splinter cell creeping [A] in this bitch, [E] couldn't reveal the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best
I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I'm going off, I need some fucking bread
Drugs are green, my bitch is white And tonight I need fucking head
Excuse the swag, I'm trying to tone it down like Jenny Grant
Fresh of death, and I guess we looking like the living dead
Oh shit, yo bitch, look at [D] how I'm doing you
Bitch is on my dick, but look at me, I'm fucking beautiful
Niggas try to figure, but all I hear in my interviews
Is why is this so cool, you niggas are so unusual
Wolfgang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like OVO
The fortress is fortified _ Money in my pocket like I'm 45
Haji beats record a lot Bitch, I be showing that hop
And I don't need wings to fly I'm in the air with the pigs
Left [D] brain, double-channeled sin
Knock knock, who's there?
It's me, your girlfriend
Had a really nice meeting with my dick I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit
Nigga, you're a [E] liar
Nigga, don't believe me, kiss your lady
And where you gonna get them heebie-jeebies?
Nigga, my dick stay way dizzy-zy I make it look easy
5150, I'm off the heat You ain't got no fucking Yeezy
Came in the gang like Speedy Gonzales I'm fucking loose
See these girls talking all that shit [Em] What?
I'm just trying to see some tits Let's get it popping like [E] MC Lyte
Around some Dykes pop
Out this bitch like Hocus [B] Pocus And me and [E] Lucas got a couple of pickles
I met up with [B] some bitches, gave them a couple of [F] dimples
And then [E] my dick went lip-salt Took about three [B] pills of Xenzo
[C] Now my dick longer [E] than a five-door limo Harder than a soft [B] right hook from [C] Kimbo
On [E] PCP and cilantro When I'm with your bitch, I'm like,
Where my dick [A] go?
Now she think I'm about to eat her whole
[B] Encho and Lada I got [A] a lot of that [E] cream
And I'm paying nada It seems that I'm proud [F] of you lately
But I'm [G#] not, I'm just fucking awesome Your [B] mama look like an ugly fucking [E] loser
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