Chords for ChillinIT ft Lil Sknow - 420 Queen Street #42O1

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_ _ _ _ _ Yo, you need a lighter bro?
This one doesn't work.
_ _ Fuck.
_ _ _ _ Fuck.
Fuck. _
Burn out while I clutch to the wheel, then I shift like gears, take draws from a plant.
No brakes when I overlap, the whole pack catch drifts, Formula 1.
I'm still rapping automatic till I get exhausted, I rep horses till the wheels get spun.
Run them, that's gonna gas you up like Mazda [D] trucks, but fuck it, I've already won.
[Gm] Rep it harder like I'm Benny Hanna with the closed eyes and the marijuana.
I'm Barack Obama, I'm the leader, leader.
Yes, I see the reaper, bring me heavy karma.
On this hard road and it's getting harder.
On a hilltop, make your nose bleed when the pills pop.
Sip any lager, I'ma run it up just like I'm Nesnoguama.
24-20.
Yes, me nah, I keep it 100 while she's stunning in Valencia.
I can spit a rhythm in a minute, I love it, this ain't a gimmick.
I hit it and then I quit instead, don't text me after.
Reba, reba with that senorita, smoking chiba, chiba with that sexy mama.
Got that feet beatin', long neck and leader, I just sip [D] tequila right and get the drama.
[Gm] Police don't shoot me, I don't got no guns.
Don't fuck with Jax, I don't wanna get done.
Swear that my daddy taught me that I owe him the money while mommy take care of your son.
Family first, don't give a fuck.
Word is my bond, I'ma die for my blood.
Family first, don't give a fuck.
[D] Smoking the crime, I get high in the [Gm] cut.
I still hit the road, you get jumped like Jax.
If you skip the rope, you'll get hung laid back when I switch the flow.
It's Christmas flow, the red and green bitches know.
I stay raw in the yaw, she ain't Christian, no.
And my 420 fam's on shit to blow.
I switch the flow, then pop pop, pistol go.
Cause my mind stays cracked like Levin, she's cold.
Herbs in a bag like Lipton, the zip code.
Trip to O.I.C.O.T. parcels, bastard.
Stay with the Stanley, marble.
Polly wanna nice look new, castle.
I could damage your amateur cause I'm harder.
The rapper get the package and package it for the market.
The road look silk, split the eye blow.
I hit the high road for the online darkness.
_ Write with pens, I keep tools for the wood like minus 10.
But real talk though, I don't even like my friends.
I light the set, shit smoke to my life, go dead.
Got a few kids that I once grew with, black in the day.
They might pretend and that's true shit.
Everyone's mad cause the shoes fit, [D] mate.
Kick your sizes [Gm] then, I pack mountains.
Climb a den, get violent then.
The hot cold climb a den.
Cause I'm a one night sack off pirate den.
I got bars, me hearty, I'm high on sesh.
I still wipe for the team on G shit.
Play with a ball like Steve Smith.
Don't test me, five pairs get less.
Be the 420 fam, play raw with the weed lit.
But I'm a stoner on my chief, chief shit.
I still love Sosa, smoke Seth like Rogan.
I'm cold like the Esky, got the fear factored.
Like I'm Joe Rogan cause I go G shit.
Bruv, I'm all over the shop, over the drop.
Heavy come and get it with the flow that I rock.
The stoner with pot was over the top up in the Nike.
[Dm] Walk into the club with my brother, ain't got no [Gm] ID.
I'm in the club with my brother, we keep it 100.
With the keys and the buttons like brothers that work in IT.
I walk into the club with my brother,
cause we've recovered a hundred until we's bothered.
Like nothing, this shit is fire, I say.
All clear, oh yeah.
420 gonna have a long year.
I got a middle finger up saying,
Oh Lord, 420 fam stay right here.
All clear, oh yeah.
420 gonna have a long year.
I got a middle finger up saying,
Oh Lord, 420 fam stay right here.
Like, _ stay right here, like.
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[Am] Man, you gotta get that shit though.
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