Chords for Slim 400 Featuring YG & Sad Boy - Bruisin' (Official Video)

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_ _ _ _ _ Back to the bros, bros, bros
It's [F] just me and my nigga
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_ _ _ _ It's just me and my nigga
My red top on big
Kittem on the front, got the pistol on straight
Whirl in the back and he rollin' the grave
Bout to hit the shop, we can knock us big
Had the flash on the nigga, then he skirted out
That's his LA shit, you know what I'm talkin' bout
Nigga, I'm a rep, where I'm from, [Dm] ain't no bitchin' out
Make him lean like a [D] prolo when his gun is out
My real fight goes with the Peds, I'm at they family's house
Tippin' on Coronas on they [D] pouch when I thug it out
My phone [E] got helicopters, so what's this you talkin' bout?
It really mean nothing when I'm [D] all they talkin' bout
I really [E] get dough and that's somethin' you not about
And me bein' broke, [Dm] that is somethin' I won't [E] allow
Times gettin' hard, got the world in my hands
[N] European wheels headed back to the band
[E] Back to the bros, bros, bros
[B] It's [F] just me and my nigga
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_ _ _ [B] _ [F] It's just me and my [E] nigga
_ _ _ It's [F] just me and my nigga
[E] It's just me and my nigga
It's just me and my nigga Bros, [B] bros
[F] It's just me and my nigga
[N] I'm frozen, down to brands and to Benz
Just left the block, I'm tryin' to [F] make it to the 110
[E] Red lights, I don't fuck with them
Never wanna be a victim of an old, that's him
Them yellow lights, [E] I soon pass through
Cause if I stop, they got time to assume that's him
Them green lights, that mean everything can go
These hoes go, this money [Gm] go like the bullets out the screw
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Sometime in time, you gotta make [F] it so you strap it up
Ay, ay, ay, bitch, when you gon' hop in the car?
I'm like, you know what, nigga, you're stealin' my appealin'
I be mad as fuck, swag, I got the [Dm] haters
So I'ma shake hands, I'll rap [E] it up, I ran to the block
When they was tryin' to save me, my plan worked
[F] I'm a million dollar [E] baby, but fuck it
Bout to put the Benz on Gaze
And you know I ain't lyin' when I put it on Gaze _
_ It's just _ [F] me and my nigga
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_ _ _ [B] It's [F] just me and my [E] nigga
_ _ _ [B] It's [F] just me and my nigga
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Broke, broke, broke, broke
[B] It's [F] just me and my nigga
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-0
[E] Sippin' on a michelada while my Henny gets cold
You should know when I roam, G, I'm up to somethin'
Windows down, system look, I ain't tryin' to bump it
[E] Turn right, cause I let my make you wait
On these streets, it don't pause, [F] everyone's out to play
[E] So rewind if you got some, I'm goin' fast forward
I was young, blues and street, [F] lookin' over both strokes
[E] Nothing changed, still blues up the same block
Yes, I paid for my rents, no, they ain't high
Lovin' in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in
Smokin', gettin' high like a goddamn Jamaican
Real side to side, I could even pancake it
Lose holes in your face, lookin' [F] like Jason
Sippin' [Gm] on my Henny, I can't even chase it
Ever try and wonder, I will [F] demonstrate it _
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