Bowtie Chords by Outkast, Sleepy Brown, Jazze Pha

Girl, you caught [C#m] it up.
Who said I'm not quite [C] there? _
Girl, you know you caught it up.
[E] [B] You can't match up to that, can you?
_ [C#m] I've got a bottle on my [F#] face.
[A#] I've got a box full of [B] O's on my back.
[F#m] I'm trying to cut my neck.
Somebody [B] told me it takes the neck.
And it [F#m] better lack each bit of O's.
[E] _ _
O's [F#m] on my face.
You better catch that bottom, man.
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[F#m] I've got a bottle on my face.
[E] I've got a box full of O's on my back.
[F#] I'm trying to cut my neck.
[E] Somebody told me it takes the neck.
And it [F#m] better lack.
That's a new G-Lite girl.
Fresh, that's a [E] Tito.
Arm her bone with no [F#] suspenders.
Part your V or your libido.
Need to check.
Chip, chop it up.
[Em] Chip the breeze.
From your R-O-L-E-I-D-S.
Release the [F#] squeeze.
Or release the keys.
To the shackles on her [E] face.
She can tackle some of this.
Smack on, smack on some [F#] of this.
Dead Tracy.
Arrest her, book her.
[Em] You took her to the club.
And I heard [F#] bodies full of liquor.
Off that butterscotch,
Nopsy, May-Li's, Irene.
She's a devil in distress.
Impressed with stylish things.
What you mean?
Chip, chop it up.
Chip the [E] breeze.
In the parking lot, we cramped.
Crooked booty to the [B] scene.
Where it's like a bottle on my face.
[E] [F#] Box full of O's on my back.
I'm trying to cut my neck.
Somebody [F] told me it [B] takes the neck.
And [F#] it better lack each [B] bit of [E] O's. I'm sorry. _
[F#m] _ This is a vicious bottom for you.
[Em] What?
You were born in the film.
Where did it come from?
[F#] I'm a rocker, got a lot of stage.
[E] [A#] Box full of O's on my [B] back.
I'm [F#m] trying to cut my neck.
[E] Somebody told me it takes the neck.
And it better lack each bit of O's. Oh, Lord.
How can it be so hard?
So put on a pair of panties.
Much less a pair of jeans or [F#] leotards.
I got to start by complimenting you on your [Em] physique.
You best believe I'm going to see.
Plus [F#] I speak spokesman.
Spare and spat in a matter just [Em] like that.
But it take years of experience and experience to get [F#] the cat.
So why don't I chase the Tennessee down with some [Em] of that?
You're back like a cheerleader missing the final stab.
[N] As we strut, skip the line, move the glass window glass.
We will find right on time.
As we step in the place, the nurseries grunt.
We've come to [F#m] play.
Everybody's watching.
[Em] Customers just [D#m] get the job.
While the [F#] gate just creeps and crawls.
And [E] also when we cross that road.
[G#] Do something I [D] need.
Well, we don't [E] seem to give you what you [B] need.
Throw your hands up if you [F#m] feel me.
[E] Throw your hands up if you feel me.
As [F#m] you run the time.
Oh, [Em] Lord.
I'm out to buy the wine.
[B] Oh, [F#] Lord.
You're good to me to cry.
[E] Oh, Lord.
So bring your ex and wine.
Oh, Lord.
[F#m] I got them heads up high.
Oh, [Em] Lord.
Look at the angry guy.
[Bm] Oh, Lord.
[F#m] So bring your ass to the time.
Oh, [Em] Lord. _ _
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_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ He's looking like he needs to [F#] cry.
Drop your gun on my face.
Box pull up on my [Em] back.
[A] Don't drop it on my neck.
His body call me the [B] Greeks to buy.
And it [F#m] got a latest beer. _ _
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