Chords for A$AP Twelvyy - Periodic Table (Audio)

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_ _ _ [C] _ _ [B] [Em] With a love for the underdog, many treat me like the one to [Am] fuck
Ain't the favorite on [Em] your undercard, the loudest nigga underguard
So don't make me get the gun involved Catch a charge and run [Am] the ball to more
I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store
Cornerstone, I'ma be the nigga that they calling for
Soaring up, like that nigga Michael Phenix, joint force
When I'm coming down, [Em] only time I'm falling off
You the calling card, little nigga so broad, fucking tall
[Am] I'ma be a statement for the [Em] global force
This that magic shit like double dog
This that lavish shit y'all tumble for
Niggas [Am] want it, but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups
Man I'm hot, I got the sudden pop
I don't want it man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sunshine [Em] and light, fuck a smoke
House running by them black hoes
Them heatmakers and them hot boys
Them every night, make a night for us
Them rock boys and them block boys
Nigga don't fuck up right
[E] Fuck around and lick a shot ball
House running by them black hoes
Them [Em] heatmakers and them hot boys
Them every night, make a night for us
Them rock boys and them block boys
You can smell a nigga with money, huh?
Fuck around and lick a shot [A] ball
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Big Simi on they side
Real life, make it 50 out of 5
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny [E] while I drive
That's how real niggas die, but I feel [Em] so alive
My eye up on the prize, huh, always got a stride
Took a piece of devil pie, now my level rising high
See it ripping in the sky like, fuck the LMASI
See my shots and sell a vibe, tell them niggas get a side
[Am] It's dark outside, it's nuts outside
Strike niggas, leave you poked outside
Parallel to your ride, damn I'm bludged
Just a C25, but I'm stressed
See the heat on my eyes, keep [Em] the heat on my side
Cause the stack probably keep me alive
I ain't high, I'm [Am] just peeping the vibe
Just [Em] peeping the track, fuck that
I ain't keeping it back, real rap
This is deeper than rap, yeah
I was brought up by them block boys
Them heat makers and them hot boys
Them every night, micklin' hot boys
Them rock boys and them block boys
Nigga don't fuck up, [E] right
Fuck around and lick a shot, boy
Brought up by them block boys
Them heat [Em] makers and them hot boys
[Am] Them every night, micklin' [Em] hot boys
Them rock boys and them block boys
[A] You can smell a nigga with money, huh
Fuck around and lick a shot, boy
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