Chords for Clipse - Mr. Me Too (Main Version - Semi-Clean) ft. Pharrell Williams

Uh-huh, uh-huh.
You know we back, right?
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Clear the streets out.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Come on with it.
Ha-ha.
Stop trying.
This is haters.
[F] I'm doing deals like the majors.
Ice cream, sneakers, I signed my first data.
You could pay three and buy yourself some bapesters.
Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us.
Dude like Snoop say, step your [G] game up.
Double deck up, boat, let it rain up.
D-class, got your cut, [D#] tuck your chain up.
Little Rocky fingers, hit [G#] Lorraine up
Just last [G] week I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both of us laughin'
The week before that I was out in Italy
Tired [F] heartthrobs could not get rid of me
Up in Donatella crib, me in like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo
[G] I know what you're [F] thinkin', yeah me too
Okay, everybody needs to listen to Enzo
Been two years like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
Streets with Georgia thugs cappin' and kazooin'
I would just assume when you keep the coke [G] movin'
But I got one question, what y'all been doin'?
Pyrex stirs, turned into Cavalli furs
The full leg cap when I wave the kitty [C#] purrs
All my n****s caked up, sellin' [F#] gray and beige dust
Had that money right on Independence [F] Front taped up
We don't taste the duck, we only race for bucks
Peel money rolls, till our thumbs get the paper cuts
Chirrutado, South Beach, Galado
Teal started up, go brrrr like the snarl
Woman if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags round your neck and learn the sets we [G] throw
These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
But them crackers won't play a fair job
I know, I know, [F] yup, yeah you too
Okay, we get it, yup, yeah you too
I know, I know, yup, yeah you too
Okay, everybody meet Mr.
Me Too
I know, I know, yup, yeah you too
Okay, we get it, yup, yeah you too
I know, I know, yup, yeah you too
Okay, [B] everybody meet Mr.
Me [F] Too
I know what you thinking why I call you Me Too
Cause everything I say I got you say Me Too
I say I got a Benz and you say Me Too
You hanging out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hanging out the window when you in that G2
Or that G3 or G4 like we do _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ Wanna know the time, better clock us
Cause by the style from the shoes to the [N] watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobsters
Break down keys in the dimes and sell them like [Gm] gobstoppers
Who gon' stop us?
Not a goddamn one of ya
Mean with the real, [F] we street [C#] tumblers
Ivory white, [F#] yeah that's the same color of a Zord, girl
Best believe [C#] it's a Mulliner, take no prisoners
[F] Rap is a whisperers, choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corks is kicked by Louis Sports and
[G] Keep my hoes in Pooch and Charles Jordan
Copic chrome and touchscreen component
Mink on the floor, make you high don't it
You don't wanna know what the f*** I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment
I know, I know, yep, [F] yeah you too
Okay, we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah you too
Okay, everybody meet Mr.
Me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah you too
Okay, we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah you too
Okay, [D#] everybody meet Mr.
[Gm] Me Too
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