Chords for OOPSY

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Em

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[Bm] Girl, what he talking about?
Bullshit, I had to tell that nigga.
[Em] Look nigga, I'm a hoochie.
You ain't breaking no bread, I ain't [G] breaking no Gucci.
I like Louis [N] and Gucci.
You want the key to the house, I want the streets like Lucci.
I need a thug like Bootsy.
Yeah that nigga think he love me, boy your ass ain't Gucci.
I'm on they neck like [B] Oopsy.
Got these niggas twisted in the head like they La La [C] Lucy.
Fuck nigga, break bread.
If you can haunt, you can hear who [F#] I said what I [N] said.
And after that, give me head.
Send him home to his bitch, hoe he watch that he fade.
How it go, that's how it play.
If you broke, give a pussy, then your ass mislaid.
Get that shit through your head.
I'ma have that nigga locked in like he going to the fed.
A-Live, we ain't stopping.
Cause when the shit hit the streets, bitches on and [C] popping.
Locking, dropping, ain't no stopping.
[B] They better know it's like a motherfucking auction.
I don't want your nigga, hoe your nigga ain't an option.
[Am] I need a real ass [N] nigga that'll drop shit, block shit, haunt shit.
Ain't no option, you can be the dreamie, you still can't block shit.
Yeah, the poor gon' keep dropping our hot shit.
Alright, alright, who's your mama?
Yeah man, four lives in this bitch, man.
Nigga don't tell me, nigga, tell me.
I ain't playing [Bm] with you niggas, man.
Yeah.
[Em]
Alright, alright, [F#] who's your mama?
Hey, see all my bitches, they precious.
I need a nigga dick longer than a motherfucking lecture.
A real nigga that'll bless you.
If you got the money in the bag, put the pistol [N] by the dresser.
Put a nigga that undress you.
Have my ass stretched out like I'm laying on a stretcher.
A rough nigga, the [B] aggressive.
I'ma ride the dick, no hands [Am] like a motherfucking Tesla.
Hoe shake them llamas.
We outside [C#] for the summer, say the drama, play your marbles.
Pussy what is up, Bahamas.
I can see it in the future, yo, we fucking up the commerce.
Get that shit understood.
Hoe, I been had cash, rich, [Bm] hoochie, and I'm hood.
I'm out the business, that pays me.
Bags on the daily, so shit can never fade me.
I'll crack a smile, drive a while, and have these niggas going crazy.
Who [Am] [E] lied two [G] times, man?
Man.
Yeah.
I'm a [E] fucking nineties nigga, [B] you feel me?
They be like, where you from, lad?
[N] I say, I'm from the S-A-V-A-N-A-S-G-A.
No pay, no play.
I'm from the S-A-V-A-N-A-S-G-A.
No pay, no play.
I'm from the S-A-V-A-N-A-S-G-A.
No pay, no play.
I'm from the S-A-V-A-N-A-S-G-A.
No pay, no play, nigga.
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[Bm] Girl, what he talking about?
Bullshit, I had to tell that nigga.
[Em] Look nigga, I'm a hoochie.
You ain't breaking no bread, I ain't [G] breaking no Gucci.
I like Louis [N] and Gucci.
You want the key to the house, I want the streets like Lucci.
I need a thug like Bootsy.
Yeah that nigga think he love me, boy your ass ain't Gucci.
I'm on they neck like [B] Oopsy.
Got these niggas twisted in the head like they La La [C] Lucy.
Fuck nigga, break bread.
If you can haunt, you can hear who [F#] I said what I [N] said.
And after that, give me head.
Send him home to his bitch, hoe he watch that he fade.
How it go, that's how it play.
If you broke, give a pussy, then your ass mislaid.
Get that shit through your head.
I'ma have that nigga locked in like he going to the fed.
A-Live, we ain't stopping.
Cause when the shit hit the streets, bitches on and [C] popping.
Locking, dropping, ain't no stopping.
[B] They better know it's like a motherfucking auction.
I don't want your nigga, hoe your nigga ain't an option.
[Am] I need a real ass [N] nigga that'll drop shit, block shit, haunt shit.
Ain't no option, you can be the dreamie, you still can't block shit.
Yeah, the poor gon' keep dropping our hot shit.
Alright, alright, who's your mama?
Yeah man, four lives in this bitch, man.
Nigga don't tell me, nigga, tell me.
I ain't playing [Bm] with you niggas, man.
Yeah.
[Em] _
Alright, alright, [F#] who's your mama?
Hey, see all my bitches, they precious.
I need a nigga dick longer than a motherfucking lecture.
A real nigga that'll bless you.
If you got the money in the bag, put the pistol [N] by the dresser.
Put a nigga that undress you.
Have my ass stretched out like I'm laying on a stretcher.
A rough nigga, the [B] aggressive.
I'ma ride the dick, no hands [Am] like a motherfucking Tesla.
Hoe shake them llamas.
We outside [C#] for the summer, say the drama, play your marbles.
Pussy what is up, Bahamas.
I can see it in the future, yo, we fucking up the commerce.
Get that shit understood.
Hoe, I been had cash, rich, [Bm] hoochie, and I'm hood.
I'm out the business, that pays me.
Bags on the daily, so shit can never fade me.
I'll crack a smile, drive a while, and have these niggas going crazy.
Who [Am] _ [E] lied two [G] times, man?
_ _ Man.
Yeah.
I'm a [E] fucking nineties nigga, [B] you feel me?
They be like, where you from, lad?
[N] I say, I'm from the S-A-V-A-N-A-S-G-A.
No pay, no play.
I'm from the S-A-V-A-N-A-S-G-A.
No pay, no play.
I'm from the S-A-V-A-N-A-S-G-A.
No pay, no play.
I'm from the S-A-V-A-N-A-S-G-A.
No pay, no play, nigga.

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