Spitta - Hold Up (Official Video) Chords

[F] _ _ _ _ _ Yeah, she say she never [C#] been to sex before [Fm] I'm like damn, you been fucking wack niggas
just now _ I can grant you a wish like Kazam [F] I'm [C#] trying to give you a D-plus on your [F] exam
_ [C#] Yeah, me and your [Fm] nigga we are not the same It's like Iceman, Nick [C#] vs.
Sam
[F] Yeah, [Fm] these red bottoms got my [A#] feet hurting I [Fm] gotta take the soles out when I [F] wham
The clip curl like [C#] a cane You'll [Fm] think it's one of Mr.
Artist
Fifty shots in this dick, how can I miss the toilet?
Yeah, I be fresh to death, Mr.
Philly [A#]
departed [C#] All my [A#m] flows the sickest, [F] throw up on the carpet
[C#] Ran off on [Cm] the [Fm] plug, he was trying to charge [F] me The [C#] police be on [Gm] the ground, don't [F] nobody record me
[Fm] That's my lit play and that's his bitch, I call him Ken and Barbie
A red dot on [A#] the stick like I'm [F] playing the Tori You see her?
[C#] That's my bad [Fm] bitch, like I'm saying I'm sorry
She call me daddy one [D#] more time, I'ma [F] take her to Maury I'm [Fm] with a bunch of retards, we on some dumb shit
We got [A#] drums on our rods, we [F] clutching drumsticks Hit you with [Fm] a two-piece, [G] _ [Fm] extra spicy
_ Put a op in the box like [F] it's license I got [C#] the dick [Cm] hanging out, [Fm] bitch, I'm trifling
It's up with me, bitch, [D#] I think I'm [F] inviting With a bad bullshit, [Fm] bitch, this bitch refuse to wet like it
But she gon' wish she had him when I send her bitch hiking
Your nigga [C#] pussy from the [Fm] looks, y'all dyking Clips curved like [C#] commas but the bullets [F] like hyphens
Bullet with your [Fm] full name on it, in the cursive writing The way I make her cum, you'll think she was invited
[F]
I ain't [C#] got a date [G] unless [Fm] it's for a plate And I hope I don't get cited
[A#] All [F] these fucking arms, boy, I still ain't fucking [C#] fighting [G#] Your nigga [Fm] dead, good, y'all about to be reunited
The cutter or the [F] SKS, I'm so _ [C#] undecisive [A#] That [Fm] cloudy-ass clip, boy, you need to change your wipers
All this crystal in this bag like I [C#] bust a diaper Put [A#m] this [Fm] dick on a force and make a nigga miss his cycle
I'm the punchline [C#] king, it's heavy, but I hold that title
[D#] Boo [Fm]-hoo race cars like, fuck your motorcycle [D#m] Old [F] hundreds, new hundreds like testaments in the [Fm] Bible
And since we talking about the Bible I don't fuck with 12, I would've stepped on a disciple
I can't stand rats, [G] my daughter [Fm] can't watch Paw Patrol And she can't watch Stuart Little, and she can't watch FIBO
All I drive is foreign cars, I never drove a [A#] Tahoe I'ma step on [Fm] something, we been beefing since club [F] silos
All this [Fm] ice is chilling, would you like some on your nachos?
Pre-ordered them old Ballots from [D#] Live Next to [F] Nouveau's
I live next to [C#] Nouveau's, [Gm] all you [Fm] know is Devo's These bitches that I got on now, I never ever see those
Your nigga in beast mode, he don't know the [A#] G-code That nigga [Fm] ain't nothing but a cop dressed in street [F] clothes
_ [C#] They let me [G] in here with [Fm] my sick on me And they ain't ask no questions, shit, nigga, for what? _ _
Yeah, nigga know I'm with the shits Nigga better not tell me shit, I'll [A#m] hold this bitch up
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