Mask And Da Glock Chords by Triple Six Mafia

[Dbm] _ _ [Abm] I've seen you in the trunk of the car and you're dreaming up the fears
_ Come on, fucking man, they ain't that far down the block
_ Come on, be like the old days, fucking bitch, come on, be a fucking _
Bitch, I'm your babe
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_ [Abm] Right out the bed, in the closet Ain't you really sure?
To me Pop, pop, pop is pop
Drink, drink, drink, [Dbm] drink, drink, drink, drink
Right [Abm] out the bed, in the closet Ain't you [Db] really sure?
Pop, [E] pop, pop is [B] pop Pop, pop, pop is pop
[Db] Right out the bed, [Abm] in the closet Ain't [Db] you really sure? Pop, pop, [E] pop is pop Drink, [B] drink, drink, [Db] drink, drink, drink Right out [Abm] the bed, in the closet Ain't you really sure? _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Dbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Ebm] _ I, I, I, [Dbm] I, I, [Abm] I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I [Dbm] Hanging out the window, holding tight to my murder weapon The lights creep up slow, bullet left it, you know why Slipping, block, popping, boss, the dropping Niggas loving, want me? Shit, man, show my grace No description of who made [Abm] this hit Bitches like, [B] who was it? [Dbm] Bitch, it was double-six Devil thoughts, evil thoughts, cheesy pieces [Abm] I just cleaned it, clear the puzzle, [B] no [Dbm] suspects Only victims lying dead Cause this shit is on like that Squeezin' [Abm] my fuckin' trigger Baskin' to take your life Yo' niggas done got on down So you have to pay the price Jumped in the fuckin' ride Blowed up like [B] from head to toe [Dbm] I pulled out [Abm] a sack of ink Rolled up as we start to blow [Db] My jacket's [Abm] tight in my hand It's too late to break [Dbm] the run My bullets [Abm] ejected, bitch Got [Dbm] shot down by town Blondes on the streets, [Abm] killin' seats Welcome to the evil [Dbm] side It's too late [Abm] to run, bitch Nigga, mother, [Dbm] drive fast _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
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