Chords for A$AP Rocky - Multiply (Official Video) ft. Juicy J

_ _ _ _ _ Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
All the real niggas die.
_ Fake niggas gon' multiply.
Fuck real niggas live.
_ Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
Fuck niggas [C] gon' multiply.
_ Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J.
Man you gotta watch out for these little backstabbing, broke ass, you know what I'm saying, jealous, hatin' ass niggas out here man, you know what I'm saying.
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, you know what I'm saying, niggas be smiling in your face.
Back in the building so black in the living room, niggas toe tacked, so cats for a living, do [Cm] rag, even read a blue flag in the dinner.
The one you be with be the one to shoot at you in a minute.
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad.
First place scene a nigga sell crack at.
Girl horses don't sleep, take catnaps.
Shawty with the shawty livin' like she got a bad bag, [Bm] bad bag.
Even in my will, keep it real.
Thug hair in my feel.
To this day I feel, keep it trill.
Anything I feel.
Youngest train to kill.
Aiming, banging steel, and slinging grill.
Shake it off to Satan, just to paint her nails and pay her.
[Cm] I ain't really fucking with that Ben Trill.
Swear them niggas booty like tit drill.
Nah, I ain't really into throwing shots.
[C] But these motherfuckers better give me my props or the pot.
[C] Who the reason that these niggas getting dope?
Reason why you niggas wearing gold.
Jail pose and the bitches spraying fingers to your nose.
I remember if Pimp was alive he'd tell these souls.
And these niggas [Bm] even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel, even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel, even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel, even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day [C] I feel.
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply.
When the real niggas die, _ fake niggas gon' multiply.
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ When all _ _ _ the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply.
Flexing with the seat back.
B-Boy with the G-Pack.
Might fuck around and bring the mink back.
We're the big boy in three [B] stacks.
Nigga, if you deaf, bring the beat back.
Nigga, [Cm] fuck with a nigga like me.
RIP my nigga Pimp C.
SVA shit is weak, [C] you can keep that.
I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even peep that.
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at?
Fuck the FCC, tell them bleep [C#] that.
We ain't no fashion killers, nigga.
We fashionable killers.
[Fm] Y'all got floppy.
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_ Uh, yeah, _ [Am] _ [G#m] _ _ [A#]
yeah, [D#m] _ _ yeah, _ [B] _
yeah, _ _ _ yeah, _ yeah.
We six suck a nigga dick, no four plate.
All day, woomin' out the [A#] trap through the hallway.
Flow pretty, flacko, Jordy.
Jordy's fucked, niggas, how you been?
You can flush a nine, my nigga's tough.
Nine, Harry, now he in.
I'm the South, he in the South.
Nine times, I done did it.
[B] I got flacko fucked up.
I'm the motherfucking lord of this fashion shit.
Don't I deserve [Bm] just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, fuck it, two cents.
Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate.
My motherfucking swag is immaculate.
Plus I got enough style to mack your bitch.
I think back to when pockets not get lit.
It's like a nigga got rich on accident.
Now I'm back to pimp.
Bitches lie, killers never lie.
Drinkers on the side by side.
Bet I'm down to ride.
Possible sellers drive to the sky.
Call it callistraphic.
We don't never die, we just multiply.
Bitch.
[C#] Yeah.
_ [F#] Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm saying?
These niggas be out here, Tumblr, David Street, nigga and shit, man.
Niggas be getting distorted like a motherfucker out here, man. _ _ _ _
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