Stranger Things Chords by Chris Brown Joyner Lucas

[Start]

[Intro]

[Verse]
Ab Cm                                
■  ■  Bottles in a bucket full of ice
Cm                                   
Better make room vroom hear the Lambo
Cm                                    
Bitch better believe that I'm a sniper
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You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though
Cm                                                              
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
        Cm                   
It done started up a epidemic
                                                Cm             
It don't make a difference nigga we winnin' I'm plenty grinnin'
                                                 Cm    
Hundred million platinum fuck it you ain't gotta listen
    Cm                    
You better step down to me
     Cm                                      
Feel the dick bitch open up your mouth for me
    Cm                             
Now choke talk to the dick honestly
    Cm                                          
I'm dope bitch comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
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I don't like when I lose
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If I don't buy her them shoes I don't like those
Cm                        
Do anything that I want to
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Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael
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While I'm drivin' I'm moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
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We jump inside of the Buick you duck and hide from the Rugers
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A couple choppers acoustic in the guitar with the music
                                                     Cm    
Guess I'm alive and I use it get stuck inside of the cubics
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I never lie but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
                                                       Cm       
And all my life want the food when it's supper time in the juice
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But I'd rather die than to lose it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
                        Cm      
And strategize with the movement
            Cm                  
Walk in the trap like a boss ooh
Ab                                          
Hoe you know I'm drippin' with the sauce ooh
Ab                              
Pretty with a face full of scars
                       Eb                        
All they did was build me up try to take me apart
                       Cm                      
They ain't never wanna ■  like you have a label
                          Ab                              
Call the doctor heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
                     Ab                                       
All you niggas sweet as candy chocolate chip and Now and Later
                       Cm                               
Jolly Rancher stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
    Cm                          
Get the paper I'ma on the corner
                         Cm                    
Heard you niggas got the juice but I got Corona
             Cm                               
Got a little Spanish bitch I call her maricona
                   Cm                             
Joyner Lucas bitch I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
       Cm             
Yeah I make you niggas
                                      Cm  
All you new niggas don't do it for me look
                                          Cm  
Bitchin' to professor you a student to me woah
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Designer shades on like you cooler than me wait
Cm                                
All we do is win you a loser to me
Cm                                
Rappers wanna talk about battle me
Cm                                                  
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Cm                                    
Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me
Cm                                           
Five foot five boy you niggas like half of me
Cm                                      
You don't wanna see the other side of me
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Hard to make 'em happy all these bitches stay mad at me
Cm                                     
I just might take her out to Applebee's
Cm                                          
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
      Cm                                          
Order Cheesecake Factory bubblin' why you mumblin'
     Cm                                                       
What you utter Stop stutterin' what you spend Let me double it
Cm                                              
Lime green 'Rari two twins call 'em double mints
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If all you pussy niggas my kids I'm in trouble then
Cm                                      
Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
    Cm                                             
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
        Cm                                                    
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
    Cm                                                      
You wiggitywack with the strap you cross Chris make you jump
  Cm                                                   
I crisscross with the pump ain't no bricks in the trunk
           Ab                                         
Leave that shit for the chumps I still get what I want
            Ab                                           
Don't wanna believe in my mind but you believe in my dump
           Eb                                                    
I'm takin' a knee for my side could give a fuck 'bout they owners
Cm                                                 
Nigga look at my eyes you 'bout to give me my bonus
    Ab                                                 
And every motherfuckin' record that's a hit I record it
    Ab                                                        
And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch they report it
         Eb                                             
You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
Cm                             
Seventyfive mil' look at me now
    Cm                                              
And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down
Cm                              
You don't really wanna see Brown
        Cm                                          
Need to stop all that shit talkin' put the seat down
Cm                                     
Joyner I don't really feel these niggas
Cm                                            
Hol' up I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
Cm                                                     
Time is money need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Cm                                     
Vet so I'm finna good will these niggas
     Cm                                           
I'ma kill these niggas I should grill these niggas
Ab                                            
Take flex Fresh Prince Uncle Phil these niggas
   Ab                                        
Oh shit I'm the shit you could smell me nigga
Eb                                               
Break ribs yeah you don't want no real beef nigga
  Cm                                                
I say Assalāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Ab                                                
Hoe you actin' like a pig you fuckin' filthy nigga
        Ab                                                
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison said I'm guilty
             Ab                             
I said da da da da da come and kill me nigga


[Chorus]
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They must have forgot that I'm psycho
Cm                         
Oh you want war Say no more
Cm                                       
Turn your fuckin' block into a light show
    Cm                           
You better be sure better be sure
Cm                               
I'm the realest nigga that I know
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And I'm so bored I might switch cars
  Cm                          
I saved a lotta money on Geico
    Cm                                                  
And neighbors knockin' on my door what the fuck you want


[Bridge]

[Chorus]
Cm               
Bitch I'm alright
Cm                                                   
Listen nigga mind your business I'm so sick of niggas
        Cm                          
Tellin' me how I been livin' my life
        Cm                                    
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin' over
      Cm                                         
Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
                       Ab      
I was watchin' you was shoppin'
      Cm                           
Ain't never had the shit in my size
        Cm                 
Now I'm poppin' I'm poppin'
         Cm                        
And your bitch keep hittin' my line
     Cm                                       
It's complicated fuckin' up with my main bitch
                 Cm                              
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
        Cm                            
Puttin' my face in it never wastin' it
            Cm                            
I'ma lay in it hit it hit it one more time
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And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
    Cm                                   
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
Cm                                                          
But I keep a Uzi it's a doozie make a movie if you're actin'
  
So


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