Piano Love Chords by Conway the Machine

[Intro]

[Verse]
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■  Yeah uh
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Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
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Sneak the hammer in the club the realest bitch I ever had
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My plug like Lulu give me whatever I ask
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Bucket low like Ace Boogie I reup two hundred cash
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Richest nigga in my city got my neck on Rick the Ruler
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Press box at all the games sittin' next to the Pegulas
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Came up with them brick sellers and them hundred pound movers
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I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters nigga yeah
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Hood nigga still eat the ramen noodles
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That load cost an extra five if I got it to you
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We the mob you violate that I gotta shoot you
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Send some rockets through you hollow tips poppin' to you
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Griselda keep winnin' you don't know how to stop it do you
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In the end I'm gon' be on top as usual
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I been keepin' it rockin' since niggas was rockin' FUBU
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I don't care what city you from you solid I'll salute you
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Whip until my wrist bone hurtin'
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Newspapers on them windows no curtains fiends knockin' soul searchin'
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Water tuned off in that trap fuck it the stove workin'
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Pour Poland Springs in that pot cook up the Os perfect
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Jackboy sniffin' my fifty until his nose hurtin'
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Comin' through the back blocks ridin' 'round with the po' lurkin'
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My young boy quit drinkin' lean he goin' cold turkey
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Sticks and stones don't break my bones and bullets don't hurt me


[Chorus]
                    Eb                                   
Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
Eb                                                       
Sneak the hammer in the club the realest bitch I ever had
Eb                                      
My plug like Lulu give me whatever I ask
Eb                                                
Bucket low like Ace Boogie I reup two hundred cash
Eb                                                     
Richest nigga in the city got my neck on Rick the Ruler
Eb                                                    
Press box at all the games sittin' next to the Pegulas
Eb                                                           
Came up with them brick sellers and them hundred pound movers
Eb                                                                 
I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters nigga yeah


[Verse]
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Throw some bake in the pot with some ice the dope I cook lock up
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Sneaker box with bands in the bag you'd think I left Foot Locker
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Young nigga behind your garage holdin' a full chopper
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Dropped out of school decided he just gon' push product
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Lo Pro copped out the five damn I feel for him
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My nigga came from J in the feds tryna appeal forty
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Bitch love the Machine so much that ho will steal for me
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Say it's go time and my hitters ready to drill for me
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Niggas gettin' smoked in broad day and it's a shame
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Don't matter if you was in front of the precinct you gettin' stained
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Ain't no respect in my hood unless you put in some pain
                                                Eb    
Keep sleepin' on my city and thinkin' this shit a game


[Chorus]
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We don't play fair drivebys right in front of the daycare
                                     Eb            
We spray hairpin triggers that FN on the waist here
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Yeah garbage bags wrapped around the Ks here
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Told you it's spooky my nigga it's Camp Crystal Lake here Eastside
          Eb                                             
Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
Eb                                                       
Sneak the hammer in the club the realest bitch I ever had
Eb7     Eb                              
My plug like Lulu give me whatever I ask
Eb                                                
Bucket low like Ace Boogie I reup two hundred cash
Eb                                                     
Richest nigga in the city got my neck on Rick the Ruler
Eb                                                    
Press box at all the games sittin' next to the Pegulas
     Eb                                                      
Came up with them brick sellers and them hundred pound movers
Eb                                                            
I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters nigga
Eb           
Machine bitch
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Yeah You know what the fuck is up nigga
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Machine bitch
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Alchemist nigga
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Spooky nigga
           Eb  
Way spooky yeah
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I'm gonna slap the black off one of you niggas man
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Haha keep playin' with me nigga
                     Eb                       
I'll smack the black off your fuckin' gums boy
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Machine


[Outro]