SHOCK Chords by TaTa Jenn Carter

[Intro]

[Verse]
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■  He wanna tazer he left me in shock
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Like why wouldn't you tote on a knock
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If that bitch on my dick
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Then she settin' a drop
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So you better be cautious of thots
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I cannot come if she want me to see her
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You tried to diss he got sent to the reaper
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Like a slender the way that I creep up
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She ain't no rapper then she
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Ebk fortyone they gon' follow the leader
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Hoodie on and creep up like a reaper
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He tried to play and got popped with no mеter
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Bullets hit him give that boy a sеizure
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Ima call him shifty with the rock
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Dummy boy thinkin' we 'bout to box
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Like why wouldn't you tote on the knocks
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And my bitch is a baddie
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She settin' the drop
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Beam on my dick boy was runnin' like
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Opp in the sky like the Statue of Liberty
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I can't run with this heavy artillery
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It's a new boy tryna diss
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Is you shittin' me
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I could pull up and clean the vicinity
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Make the bullets deliveries
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Oh he thought he was lit on the grip
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Homie do not forgive I'm a foolish like
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Everyday I'm just hearin' 'em diss
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Niggas keep talkin'
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Like Is you shittin' me
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Boy that nigga not tough he a bitch
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I can see why he beat on his bitch
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He with that bitch
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He gon' die with the bitch
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He was tough now he dead in a ditch
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Like Osama I'm takin' that risk
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We gon' aim for his head and
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Make him do a flip
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Totin' the knocker I'm doin' it properly
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No roller coaster then shorty is ridin' me
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Me my money don't play with economy
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All on my dick
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Man these niggas be kind to me
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He not a demon that shit be mythology
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I love green now they talkin' on brocolli
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After I nut she gon' walk away wobbly
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Niggas my sons they owe me an apology
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Get to the money like it was monopoly
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Now that I'm up do not tell
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Me you proud of me
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I'm a star I ain't talkin' astrology
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This one for all the niggas who doubted me
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Like I be busy travellin' to banks
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Dummy boy how you spinnin' a tank
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And you know I can't be there for stank
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Like all these opps got
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Me throwin' the racks
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And he told me spin back okay
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Forty gon' clap both ways
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Move tact' don't play
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I'm in a renty we spin broad day
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Two knocks beam on each
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I got a baddie she all in my sheets
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Say you know Ima tweak on a beat


[Chorus]
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And I cannot be messin' with
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None of you skitches
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Lonely nigga from rags to riches
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Now a nigga like bags of bitches
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Fuck a bitch I'm in love with by blick
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He got hit in the face with the choppa
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All in the trench tryna find me a
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No referee but I bet you I blow
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How you say you smokin' my deads
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And I don't got no deads
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That nigga gotta go


[Verse]
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Max in the spot and they all sayin' yes
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She in the spot
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Screamin' Everything deady
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Mr everything Deady I'm ready nigga
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I can't lack I'm walkin' round with becky
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Only been five months now I'm rich
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Handy Mandy that boy gettin' fixed
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Dummy boy he got turnt to a lick
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And I'm smokin' that boy who
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Got shot in his shit


[Chorus]
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[Outro]