Chords for F*** Y'all

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I don't fuck with my bloodline is [F] where the [G] pump sack the off-brand champ yeah
what black the nothing move less dogs say so cats clue less about the way it
goes off the chain I got at least three kills even though my last stop the only
did three mil I still give him chill feel dog I can't help what it is shit
is real dog you must have thought that it was a joke or something and you don't
fuck around I got your man trope now hold up player cuz I don't play those
games it don't ask me shit cuz I don't say no name see what I know I'm taking
to the fucking grave so keep knocking cuz you ain't getting the fucking thing
Oh
we be was off the last joint now it's who we see if we [F] forget the [G] last joint
cats ain't never walk like X even before coochie rapper talk like sex I've been
around since at least 83 so ain't no sense in you motherfuckers hating me
cuz I'm gonna be here yeah when you catch us going yeah another catches on
yeah another batch is born yeah don't give a fuck about nanny y'all fuck each
and every money y'all done it all been where you're at been where you're going
then order back I tried to tell you about it but you wouldn't listen no I'm
gonna take it to the hood just a little listen I wish you put a listen then you
know that it's only right to give a dog a bone
oh man there are some things I can't stand when the nigga holla wanna shake
my left hand when the nigga follow cuz he acting like my man nigga might as
well swallow cuz he acting like a fan I got balls like you do man I got Paul to
pull through you stand don't they know how we do into the streets with a heart
to the people got to give a little to get something back and what you use the
gift see you ain't nothing black but when you don't give then it won't pass
it should have disappeared like with a nigga that smoke bad you'll get broke
fast that's the Lord's will hold up I think somebody's at the door
chill you sit right there I'm a f-stack it's when I finish poppin ain't nobody answer back
[G] fuck it
[G] fuck [G] it fuck [G] it fuck it
fuck [F] it
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_ _ _ _ _ I don't fuck with my bloodline is [F] where the [G] pump sack the off-brand champ yeah
what black the nothing move less dogs say so cats clue less about the way it
goes off the chain I got at least three kills even though my last stop the only
did three mil I still give him chill feel dog I can't help what it is shit
is real dog you must have thought that it was a joke or something and you don't
fuck around I got your man trope now hold up player cuz I don't play those
games it don't ask me shit cuz I don't say no name see what I know I'm taking
to the fucking grave so keep knocking cuz you ain't getting the fucking thing _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Oh
we be was off the last joint now it's who we see if we [F] forget the [G] last joint
cats ain't never walk like X even before coochie rapper talk like sex I've been
around since at least 83 so ain't no sense in you motherfuckers hating me
cuz I'm gonna be here yeah when you catch us going yeah another catches on
yeah another batch is born yeah don't give a fuck about nanny y'all fuck each
and every money y'all done it all been where you're at been where you're going
then order back I tried to tell you about it but you wouldn't listen no I'm
gonna take it to the hood just a little listen I wish you put a listen then you
know that it's only right to give a dog a bone
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_ man there are some things I can't stand when the nigga holla wanna shake
my left hand when the nigga follow cuz he acting like my man nigga might as
well swallow cuz he acting like a fan I got balls like you do man I got Paul to
pull through you stand don't they know how we do into the streets with a heart
to the people got to give a little to get something back and what you use the
gift see you ain't nothing black but when you don't give then it won't pass
it should have disappeared like with a nigga that smoke bad you'll get broke
fast that's the Lord's will hold up I think somebody's at the door
chill you sit right there I'm a f-stack it's when I finish poppin ain't nobody answer back _ _ _
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_ [G] fuck it
[G] fuck [G] it fuck [G] it fuck it
fuck [F] it
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