Chords for CML “FIRED UP” OFFICIAL VIDEO

[G] This nigga
[C] Marv this shit [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
knocking [Gbm] _ _ [G] nigga
You looking for that bitch that you love.
I hope you find her
I'm a young China hot boy big timer [B] eating on these niggas like I'm [Gb] sitting in a diner
Big bang Hank got more [Bb] paper than a binder call these diamonds on me hitting [F] hard about the blinder
Standing on my porch flexing like Rick [Bb] Steiner in the Gucci store blowing [F] bands
No slider, so you don't want your bitch to get a dose of this [Bb] hider.
He's rapping ass nigga sneak [F] dis about the crash
I do this all day niggas running out of [Bb] gas
I'm fucking on your bitch you better [F] love her while it lasts
I'm all [Fm] in Utah balling on these [Db] niggas like the [Bb] jazz my wrists on bling my [F] rings on plow
This little bitty bitch got my last in the [Bb] cow diamonds in my mouth make a [F] real nigga smile
I put him out the game cuz he kept playing
[Bb]
Bigger than a snicker I'm [F] perking off liquor.
I'm a fuck her and every bad bitch
[Bb] We're this house so built you need a [F] shovel just a bigger [Fm] ass poking out.
It can't get no [Bb] bigger
Yeah, nigga.
[F] I'm living proof.
I'll make a sucker disappear like
[Bb]
Talking sideways got him [F] shot on his tooth banging on a [E] homie and got stumped in his [Bb] booth
Oh, yeah, these niggas goose [F] on the section.
I'll never leave the crib without my [Bb] weapon
I ain't playing no [F] game.
Just ain't taking home.
I ain't gonna [Bb] slip for a second at all niggas purging [F] pop
We like a virgin we feel your hood swerving black on black excursion
Clean him like the [Bb] courage if I [F] can like he's sick you rap about these guns don't get caught without your [Bb] stick
He's hollow heads to eat a nigga [F] flesh like a tick all your baby mama wanna do is either [Bb] dick
I'm loyal to the clinking out won't [F] change not for shit drop a bag on your head and every nigga that you will
Team full of demons in the game full of devils rowdy like rebel blood fruity like
Shining like a diamond with this bust down bezel making [Fm] nigga dig his own grave [Db] get his bitch a [Bb] shovel
I'm tired of niggas faking close [F] range.
No mistaken.
He came across a now.
He on the curb [Bb] shaking
I'm a street fighter shocking [Am] nigga like rating your bitch was out of pocket.
So I'm in it for the [Bb] break
Oh, you niggas hating [F] huh?
Don't get tied up.
My baby 30s in a function nigga [Bb] fire
Pillow talking that'll get [F] your jaw wired up.
[Bb] I'm a big boss nigga.
I'm the higher
In love with this [F] whole nigga tire up.
I heard the suckers outside blow.
He's flying up.
Tell that whore
I want some bands.
I ain't trying to fuck and I ain't nothing like your man blood [Bb] not just fuck
Whoever [F] outside we're gonna light him up
Split boy and have like lightning struck.
I'm the king of the city nigga type it up
Have [Fm] you wait you think you fucking with me blood you [Bb] high fuck?
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