Sticky Chords by Drake

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Hey, [F#] _ homie hanging on my neck, [D#m] the bracelet matches the set, my brother named Miss Tina
Dollar, stop all that back and [A#m] forth over the net, my mama wish I would've went corporate,
she wish I would've went exec, I [C#] still turned to a CEO so the lifestyle [F#] she respect, hey,
two sprinters to Quebec, Chérie, Ouey, Monbeck, they only giving niggas plus one so I never
pull [A#m] up to the Met, you know I gotta bring the set, you know I gotta bring the G-block,
you [F#] know I gotta bring the D-block, cause you know how sticky it get, hey, _ _ you know
how sticky it get, hey, you know how sticky it get, hey, you know how [A#m] sticky it get, hey,
she on me to play with that cat, hey, she love how I make her done wet, hey, you know
how sticky it get, hey, [F#] hey yo, Eric, bring them girls to the stage cause somebody's getting
paid, and free big slime out the cage, and Shorty tried to play it [A#m] cool but now she wish
would have stayed cuz every song that I made was ringing like [C#] I got engaged.
Love my guys [F#] I
wouldn't trade, ayy.
From the cradle to the grave, ayy.
Gordo got me on a wave, ayy.
Ant got me on a wave, ayy.
Couple of hits [A#m] now you brave, what?
You niggas better behave, what?
All that pumping up your chest, what?
[F#] All that talk about the best, what?
You know how sticky it gets. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Yo, if I'm with two of them then it's a threesome.
If she alone you know she a freak one.
If it's
an escort [A#m] it's a police one.
_ _ _ King of the hill you know it's a steep one.
If we together you know it's a
brief one.
[C#] Back in the ocean you [F#] go it's a, _ it's a deep one.
_ Forgave niggas and they feelings.
Lucky
for y'all we don't do civilians.
You say I changed, I [A#m] say that I million.
I did.
The toughest act that
follows back on tour.
[F#] Off road, made back, Pyrex trap, Virgil came back through the boy.
_ _ _ That's something to me.
Niggas really had they back turned to me.
I ain't talking my sister [A#m] and when I
say niggas down to pack something for me.
Then they thought they had a trap set for me.
How you
really think that went for me?
Niggas gotta do a fact check [F#] for me.
_ _ _ _ When everything is put to rest
and everybody takes a breath and everything gets [A#m] addressed.
It's you alone with your regrets.
All
that pumping up your chest, all that talk about the best.
You know how sticky it gets.
Like we
weren't supposed to come up with something this clean.
Like something [F#] happened. _ _ _ _ _
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