Muddy Waters Chords by Spock  &  POUYA  &  Boobie Lootaveli

[Intro]
N.C.                         
Ayy Spock you slid on this ho


[Verse]
C7        C                             
Where you at Eatin' good and gettin' fat
C7             C               C7                 
Waitin' for my coffin creepin' where the reaper at
     Eb                   C                                           
I be swervin' through the traffic like I'm runnin' and can't look back
    C7                    
But really I just wanna go
               C7  
I really don't know
                C7                    
More money more bitches more worthless
                        C7     
When you look under the surface
            C7                      
Look at the motives I know your face
                                    C7              
The smile livin' in your eyes I can see you blurking
                                            C      
Who to love Who to trust How can I know for certain
        C                         
Sick of these rappers smirkin' yuh
C                                      
Bust through the door where the cash at
    C                                        
Got one hundred twenty two peas in a trashbag
C7                       
Turn your OG to a hashtag
C                                             
Hop in we gon' take a road trip in a hatchback
  Db7                     C7    
I pulled up some money in NASDAQ
                                         C7  
The rest I invested on bitches and crack bags
                         C7        
Play with my money don't stash that
C                                          
Walk in with my stick like I got a bad back
C                                
Your pocket low to the minimal uh
C                                        
Stretchin' the work like it's silicone uh
C                                  
Hop out the whip like it's biblical
C                                    
Let my nuts hang like a physical test
           C                             
Airin' the shit from the hip to your neck
  C                                  
I pop me a thirty I'm feelin my chest
  C7                                           
I fucked on that bitch when one day to the next
    C                                      
She looked up at me like a God in the flesh


[Chorus]
C7                                       
Miami Florida nothing but 'gators in that
C                            C7                       
Don't even bother get to the paper they got nothing to
        C7                    
Life is okay I just wish I was
        C7                                  
But I'm okay still gonna put my dick in your
C                         C7             
Miami Florida nothing but 'gators in that
C                                                     
Don't even bother get to the paper they got nothing to
        C                     
Life is okay I just wish I was
C7                                          
But I'm okay still gonna put my dick in your


[Verse]
    Eb7                  C7            
Aye ode 'round pills too long high ways
C7                               
Gettin' rich 'bout four five ways
C7                               
Hating on me come catch this fade
       C                                
If you bigger than me come dodge this 'K
                C                                
Aye bitch don't check for me go check your brakes
C7                                       
Spilled some lean on my shirt got stained
       Eb                             C7    C  
With a dope lightskin so I called her Drake ooh
        C                               
Man the food so nice they named it twice
C                                     
Fortyfive stuck to your head like lice
     C                                    
That purp with a drank like beans and rice
      C7                                   
I was doin' good trappin' ain't need no mic
                 C7          
One shot I don't need no pipe
C7                             
Looked at my rap check laughin'
               C7                                 
All the street money I was talkin' my shit so fire
   C7                                     
As the time goes by and I'm waitin' to die
            C7                                       
Look at the fire in my eyes I'm never tellin' no lies
          Ab7                           Abmaj7                   
My riders gon' ride for me nine hundred and eleven ain't no lease
        G                                              
What it do baby Let's make a move and get into it bitch
C                                                            
Wrap a rapper up in plastic don't make me have to get drastic
C                                                                             
Goin' insane think I need a straight jacket Cadillac still swervin' in traffic
                C                                            
You sick of the same shit then suck a dick laid in the casket
                                       C                     
Got two hoes in the bathtub they wanna do drugs and get nasty


[Chorus]
A7                        C              
Miami Florida nothing but 'gators in that
C                                                     
Don't even bother get to the paper they got nothing to
C7      C           C7        
Life is okay I just wish I was
                         C                  
But I'm okay still gonna put my dick in your
C7                                       
Miami Florida nothing but 'gators in that
C                                                     
Don't even bother get to the paper they got nothing to
Db      C                     
Life is okay I just wish I was
    C                                       
But I'm okay still gonna put my dick in your


[Outro]
C7 C Db C7 C Db
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