Chords for Chitty Bang

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[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Chitty, chitty bang, bang.
Got my high comin' in with that thigh.
Feelin' like a bro, true [Bb] one of a kind, oh my.
Oh my.
Oh my.
Chitty, chitty bang, bang.
Got my high comin' in with that thigh.
Feelin' like a bro, true one of a kind, oh my.
Oh my.
Oh my.
Yeah, uh, [G] _
backwoods got me feeling top,
[C] billin' in the back of the barbecue,
[Bb] arguing with children.
Drop top grand dame.
Walk off Grand Slam, Jean-Claude Van [C] Damme
Chew bubblegum, talk and dance
Calm down, damn, don't make me call Bam-Bam _
Man, you a tall-ass man, would you get the pants?
Do a [Cm] dance, let me see your hands
Do a dance, I'm a [C] can, someone do my dougie
Smoke a clamp, heat a [Bb] pan when I'm feeling muddy
In a jam, well, that could be typical
I ain't gonna lie to [Cm] you, lately, court has been difficult
Send it down, cowboy, let's enjoy the ride
Relax and [Bb] wait for the tide
So hit me if you need a chauffeur to rent
I'll give him eye contact, show him how sober I am
Chitty, [Cm] chitty, bang, bang, got my high coming in with that tie
Feeling like a brood, true one of a kind, oh my, _ oh my
[Cm] Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, got my high coming in with that tie
Feeling like a brood, true one [Bb] of a kind, oh my, oh _ my
_ [G] Me, oh my, the old guy
He [C] so high, nigga, he on a Frito [Bb]-Pie
How many sweets?
About three, four, five
Can't count the rack of the teeth in [Cm] his mouth
But no doubt the dude got clout
[G] Runs a different route, [C] always ending out
Now [Bb] he's sniffing powder, he's just naturally crazy
Pass the sweet state, he back and [Cm] forth
Rebound, crash the board, run the [G] wood
Put it in a hole and sit to another nigga as he give it [Bb] and go
Pick up your hoe, she's on the corner of Broadway
Refused to lick my [Cm] nuts, say they was salty
But I just got through hooping, [C] man
She went down on me, shit, who's [Bb] to blame?
Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, I had to pass
She had no [Cm] ass, titties, she's my A-Bang
Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, got my high coming in with that tie
Feeling like a brood, true one of [Bb] a kind, oh my, oh my Oh my
_ _ _ [Cm] Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, got my high coming in with that tie
Feeling like a brood, true one of [Bb] a kind, oh my, oh my Oh my
Okay, uh, [G] dipping strings of cannabis, I burn on leisure
Stuff [C] a cone and get higher than the perm on Jesus
She smoking her favorite string, this shit turn on skeezers
I [Bb] get topped off and dip, I'm [Cm] like, bitch, I don't need your sight
You know I love you when I'm ripped off free
But my niggas be hitting [C] trees like a pissed off [Bb] Keebler, get it?
My grandmama flushed a zip in the toilet
We on smoke inside of a house, we [Cm] on different accordons
It's 420, these bitches out here feeling [C] euphoric
In it, it rose up while I'm breathing, take a trip to the [Bb] florist
Legalized in the eight, you know that shit is historic
I'm at a loss for words like [Cm] a hitting thesaurus
We all be going through it, pray the niggas will [C] flourish
You can catch me in the gut just like a bitch is [Bb] clitoris
Roll it up, light it, then we lift off in orbit
With private, my nigga Devin, someone [C] kicking the chorus
Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, got my [Cm] high coming in with that tie
Feeling like a brood, true one of a [Bb] kind, oh my, oh my Oh my
_ _ [C] Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, got my high coming in with that tie _
_ Feeling like a brood, true one of a [Bb] kind, oh my, oh [C] my Oh [F] my _ _ _ _
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