Chords for Favorite Song (feat. Childish Gambino) [Audio]

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[Fm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ This is my favorite song.
You just don't know the words, but I still fuck with you.
You just ain't never heard.
It go like, count that stack, rock that captain down that [A#] jack.
All my niggas hit that whip, and all my [F#] ladies rock that whip.
It's my jam, it's my jam, it's my jam, it's my jam about that jam,
about that jam, about that jam, about that jam.
It's my jam, it's my jam, it's my jam, it's my jam,
[D#] about that jam, about that jam, about that jam, about that jam.
Young, basketball flack, young [F#] ass kid, ass cook rap.
Fuck all the faculty, tobacco packin' acrobat.
Back to back, packin' backs, backin' forth with fence and jack and force of weed.
I'm back to pack on hands with young cleat ends to pack my back.
Yo nigga with a nose ring, that's right, I'm just here to rap them songs.
Rag on my hair, rap weed in Vegas, rockin' mega-bomb.
Sing the song, oh, you don't know?
What?
Well, I still bang with you, hang with you,
sip drink with you as long as I can sing with you live.
This shit my favorite song.
You just don't know the words, but I still fuck with you.
You just ain't never [G#] heard.
It go like, count that stack, rock that captain down that jack.
All my niggas hit that jam and all my [F#] ladies right there.
Bitch, my jam, that's my jam, that's my jam, that's my jam.
About that jam, about that jam, about that jam, about that jam.
Bitch, my jam, that's my jam, about that jam, about that jam, about that jam.
Yo.
Ay.
Niggas please be focus, that Vino, you know this, he rep the homosoces.
You know I'm from that Zone 6, you know I rep that song shit.
You know your hood is so [C] clear, as God as my witness.
This Will [E] Smith spit real shit.
I'mma be that.
Steve D busy getting where the weed [G#] at.
Bought your girl some new knee pads.
You're fucking with me, feed feed back.
My [F#] stars, EGAD.
She said, it's my favorite song, I'm on my first.
Now she on the floor, dropping like it's hot.
You blasted sitting in Berk Cromby when your work is finished.
Your mom won't play it in the car because it got cursing in it.
Your boy like, I'm the one who showed you he won his percentage.
Because you were like, this ain't the nigga you said sitting, is it?
Two step.
White dudes Harlem shake.
Why you laughing?
Because you Harlem shake.
I was never fake, I was just too good to be true.
That's acid rap, we killed the track.
You had your chance and be no tool.
This shit my favorite song, [E] you just don't know the words.
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard.
It go like, count that stack, drop that crack and down that stack.
All my niggas hit [F#] that floor, and all my homies rock that floor.
It's my jam, it's my jam, it's my jam, it's my jam.
I'm about that jam, I'm about that jam, I'm about that jam, I'm about that jam.
It's my jam, it's my jam, it's my jam, it's my jam.
[D#m] I'm about that jam, I'm about that jam, I'm about that jam, I'm about that