Doe B - Let Me Find Out (Remix) ft. T.I., Juicy J Chords

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[E] Oh
Let [B] me find out you got five what we all about free my grandma Yeah
_ Look
It's a Tennessee Alabama Atlanta connection homeboy and hustle gang
Hey listen to my nigga Dobie
Let me [C#m] find out you need a spear.
Hey, no no no any whole life savings.
I get paid for
Me up there my wall my sneakers.
Did they house?
No, I think I need a whole [C#] thing of teachers at the top
My hometown big [C#m] money, baby.
I make balls me they say [Bm] don't be like this like he playing without the auto
[C#m] To bring out the Apollo
I'm a fan man.
He niggas get to thumbs down.
Well, you're swagging the fish
Let me find out don't [G#] say Gucci.
Let me find out don't say you [C#] find out your baby.
Mama's a man either
She ain't mature.
Let me find out you fake judge and I come through like you 25 just started trapping
Let me find out you straight
Again [D] straight trip
Got [C#m] so many white friends I bring back some of you
ATL let me [G#] find out
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[D] I
I'm a fucker all night and I'm a give a back [C#] I ain't [D] handcuffing these hoes like shotguns
for the green And the G's [C#m] like a green bay packer
See me [G#] man, broke your paper I call play like Tom Brady
Pushed in my medication Ride presidential [C#m] like Ronald Reagan
Pussy [D] niggas need to stop hating My flow [D#] sick like casipace
Rolex [Bm] and a new Bugatti Yes bitch, I'm ice skate
My last bitch must've been a chauffeur She drove me crazy
No [C#] key, that's space age My ignition, I done made it
Juicy J, that's trippy hoe Taylor gang, that's trippy hoe
Smoking on that Christmas tree My belt bucka like Mississippi
Who said [D] was your wife?
She just spent the night
[C#m] Whip my dick in her mouth and my balls in her hand
Like the bitch what, shootin' dice
Juicy [D] J, I got long money I got 1998 song money
Bitch, pull that Patron for me I rock shows while I'm stolen money
Let me find out Let me find out you [C#m] niggas like we say you
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