Chords for Cuttroat Committee - Cutthoat Committee

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Cuttroat Committee - Cutthoat Committee chords
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Hey baby, you can call my cousin Matty White ass, you know?
What is a bar?
Hell, whoa, the Mack guy is a living man, baby.
[Eb] Hello!
shit.
All [Ab] this shit is a real, [F] a real real.
money motivated, we [Ab] got money fetishes around us.
you know what I mean?
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Hey baby, you can call my cousin Matty White ass, you know?
What is a bar?
A bar is a rule, a rule is a bar, a bar is a law. _
Hell, whoa, the Mack guy is a living man, baby.
[Eb] Hello!
_ [F] Yeah baby!
[Ab] I'm talking about some dope shit.
[F] _ Shit that's fucked up.
Some bull [Gm] ass shit.
All [Ab] this shit is a real, [F] a real real.
You know what I mean?
We money motivated, we [Ab] got money fetishes around us.
[F] That's what we commit, you know what I mean?
And I'm a five star [Gm] champion in this, triple OG.
[F] Dumb, [C] that's how we gon' keep this thing poppin'.
Dumb, haters at [Ab] the door, major noise is [Fm] sparkin'.
Dumb, all two pills, I'm in a popper.
Dumb, [F] bitch, Pony's wet, you know she finna drop on.
Dumb, it's bleak, cuddy, hangin', knockin' in your mouth.
Dumb, stupid [C] doodle, might start [Fm] potlocking.
Dumb, I wanna come up, you ain't worried.
Dumb, [G] bitch got home, right [Ab] now I'm with her.
[F] Dumb, shoulda been [F] a straight up, lookin' like a nerd.
Dumb, now she doin' time, it's Louisville.
Dumb, ain't comin' home till the 33rd.
Dumb, talkin' [Ab] bout me, bitch you got your [F] work.
Dumb, hoe move your feet.
Dumb, [Ab] cause Don Juan made me.
[Fm] Dumb, [F] yes, cut the committee.
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[F] _ [Ebm] Way up in Kansas City.
[F] Fuckin' em, snappin' like a crocodile.
Ain't no tellin' where, we fuckin' em.
You faggots ain't gon' never amount to shit.
I'm still in the [Ab] streets, shakin' em up like bitches.
[F] I'm walkin' raw, nigga I locks my jaw.
Off your thizzle, big scrizzle up in my bra.
From the east to the west, up down all around.
[Ab] In hyperspace, they beggin' me to come down.
[F] But [G] look at now, cut off [F] General.
Fuckin' em up with 31 staves.
Dumb, wild, I [Fm] be fuckin' em.
Savage, all about cabbage, you ain't know.
Keep on fuckin' em.
But me, [Ab] I'ma shake the pump right [G] hoe.
I be fuckin' em, I'm shuckin' em.
Ain't no jivin' riders here.
I be fuckin' em, takin' [F] nines.
Nigga, on the chest.
They's fuckin' em everywhere.
In the L7 square, fuckin' em.
I'm too proud of this shit, niggas smilin' ass.
[Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ Ain't nobody gon' have the know-how for that, baby.
[Ab] You got to have a $100 [Fm],000 oyster.
A $300 dollar ad you can earn, [Ab] baby.
I'm talkin' bout, you got to have [F] more money than respectable, baby.
You got to have more money than you know what to do with [Ab] it, baby.
[F] That's a bull-ass shit.
_ That's a bull-ass shit.
[Ab] Ain't no outlaw.
[Fm] That's a bull [Ab]-ass shit.
Don't [F] tell nobody.
That's a bull [Ab]-ass shit.
Can't disappoint [F] me.
You got everything you need.
[Ab] _ With [Fm] all this money.
I _ risk the [Gm] world for my cunt.
[Ab] Do what [Fm] they tell you.
[Gm] _ Don't [F] have no chest, no.
_ _ [Ab] _ Can't get out of here.
_ _ This motherfuckin' cop [Fm] is a cop.
Ain't [G] nobody lookin' thick in them jeans.
[Ab] _ _
_ I [Fm] feel low. _ _ _
What is [Ab] this?
_ _ [F] It's nothing compared _ to_
Bull [Ab]-ass shit.
That's a [F] true up front.
[Fm] You know what I mean, baby?
A real nigga gon' [Ab] do it.
But one of you [F] suck-ass dick niggas don't [C] do it, [F] baby.
I tell you, man, I [Ab] lose it.
That's a winner, I know.
I don't [F] mess with no winner.
A winner is more cool, I know.
They talk too [Ab] much about how I win.
[F] I like to make a loser a winner, baby.
This is a ball, [Ab] man.
Cut your committee up.
[F] Push down regular time.
Go put the band, baby.
I got a [Ab] hoodie with a hundred-pound arm.
[F] I pull it out, baby.
Buh _ -hoodie, man.
[Eb] They [F] call me Hoodie [Ab] Man, baby.
I been doin' this for [F] a long time.
I remember I [Ab] had a club in Britman.
[F] An overall.
I like to hit it a lot.
[Ab] My homie was an anti, baby.
I [F] had the earth anti-infra-air, baby.
I'm the earth's real [Ab] anti-ant in the town.
[F] L-E-I-N-A.
Shut up, my bitty.
You know [Ab] what I'm talkin' about, baby?
[Fm] I love my nigga.
My nigga love me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _