Chords for Slump God 64

DJ Pat, hit the beat.
Captain [F] Crunch, it's ready.
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[A] Free now, free slick.
Back to the [F] A when the nigga trip sticks.
Now, a nigga trips [Eb] in.
That internet tip.
I'm talking about the [C] internet chick.
Let me get back to the [G] topic.
Uh-huh, Curry with the top pick.
Dumped on the whole son and his head's
till he dropped hot shit.
I got the game in a lock, swip and a [F] box of it.
There's something that ain't gotta [Eb] be no rest.
I got a house in the world.
Some [F] niggas shot put for the creed.
Cross like a [G] red-backed legend.
This lifestyle imaginary.
No fucking errors.
Throw your niggas on the end and put a mother for the scratch.
Put the new god, OK.
While all the niggas all sound the [A] same.
Like, pinky better use your [G] brain.
Focus for the past, so the next can [C] unite.
Metal jackets, gold metal [G] cactus.
Put it with the Q like Alan, I'm [Gm] blastin'.
Nigga, mama, pass it.
I'm sick of being [A] passed it back.
You ain't making me [G] answer.
Yeah, Westin, triple [F] Westin.
Blast it on these motherfuckers drinking like [Eb] Aflac.
Still up, I'ma sleep.
Run up my [F] ass, take off my ass.
I'm in my art, yo, [G] back this shit.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, thank you, Curry. _
Yo, yo.
Live trouble.
Ain't [F] no bars.
Ain't deep.
[Eb] Ain't no key card with me.
[F] Can't she start with me?
What you [G] doing?
I'ma bust it.
That's fucking up.
That's it.
That's it.
Niggas cross eyes, flipping on [F] Tessie.
Got a new bitch, tell her she was pushing.
She trying to suck it, so I'ma kick it like a [Eb] muscle.
Yo, my heart.
Ay, yo, my heart.
[D] Ay, the diamonds, they got access.
I can't go for more.
[G] I don't use the car.
I got a face car.
[D] Ay.
Diamonds walking out on me.
I'm working hard.
Just fucking like, you can't let me finish.
You know who's good.
I got a bitch that gets low.
[Gm] I'ma get your body.
They can't get up.
[C] I see my kids.
They sick as a baby.
Ay.
[Eb] My niggas, they got the pistol pistol.
My nigga, Curry, don't keep the pistol.
[D] This is the bitch that I get to eat.
Diamonds, he's not low on it.
[G] Ay, [F] that's cool.
Oh.
[Eb] Ay, ay, [F] ay.
Bitch, I do this for my [G] niggas.
You know, die, who had fun.
Oh, ain't that my nigga?
Clutch, [F] nigga, wheel.
Smoke, that [Eb] nigga real.
Uh, let's [F] do each other.
Flow, bitch, [G] let's do that.
Oh, oh, [F] oh. _ _
[Eb] Oh, oh, _ [D] _ _
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Oh, oh, oh.
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Oh, [Eb] oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, [F] oh, oh. _
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