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Capo on 2nd fret
Intro A
C#m
Damn, I tried to stop
B
Oh baby
A
Baby (baby)
A
Baby
C#m
Babe (you literally areâ??myâ??everything)
B
Refrão
A
Baby, I've been on the runâ??
A
But I would never run from your love
C#m
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
B
Not right there, just a little above
A A
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
C#m
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
B
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
A
Huh, lean
A
Huh, Put Biscotti in my
C#m
Lungs, I'm smokin' green
B
Chopper on me, I don't
A
Talk, I just up the beam
A
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
C#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
B
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
Primeira Parte
A
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
A
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green
( C#m )
B
Still a blue face king
A
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
A
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
C#m
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
B
That shit got me laughin', haha
A
Kel-tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
A
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
C#m
Don't matter if you older
B
They say age is just a number
A
If that's the case, I'm way over
A
Than who? These niggas
And these bitches that think that they get it
C#m
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick
B
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket
A
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
A
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
C#m
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
B
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
A
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
A
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
C#m
You stuck with me
B
Apologies for my fuckery
Refrão
A
Baby, I've been on the runâ??
A
But I would never run from your love
C#m
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
B
Not right there, just a little above
A A
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
C#m
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
B
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
A
Huh, lean
A
Huh, Put Biscotti in my
C#m
Lungs, I'm smokin' green
B
Chopper on me, I don't
A
Talk, I just up the beam
A
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
C#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
B
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
Final A C#m B
A C#m B
A C#m B
A C#m B