Chords for Feeling Like Dennis

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Feeling Like Dennis chords
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Woman's cryin' and catch a [Dm] trick on the street
DJ's [Bb] on the front [C] yard and down the street
[Am] You can find it [A] all
[D] Ay, ay, [Dm] woo
[D] See I been in [Gm] my bed from the time I see it, ay
[C] Feelin' fine, my stick, [Dm] ay, it's cold
Woo, ay, see I been in my bed, [Am] ay, ay
I be [Dm] bleepin' that MVD boy feelin' shitty, damn
[A] Guess that's why they tryna get me
Big nigga [Gm] sniffin', I stay with the semi
He trippin' in this club and [C] I hit him with 50
I had [Dm] to cut him, that nigga wasn't with me
He said he gon' slide but I told him [F] it's risky
I come from the grove, yeah, the heart of the city
But be [Am] yellin' out for them boys really with it
Remember them [Dm] days we was addin' up pennies, damn
Now we throw racks to the ceiling
Smellin' like pressure, the [Gm] best in the city
You need it, we [C] got it, cuz Uber stay with me, [A] ay
Just stackin' the fuckers and scammin'
You got B08 and you better get with me
This shit here feel better than Hustlin' [Gm] and Dealin'
But she hit the fan, I'm [C] back robbin' and stealin'
Damn, [Dm] these bitches, they never fuck with me
They see I got clout, tryna fuck 4AM
I'm like, fuck you and fuck your lil' feelings
My heart [C] in them streets, I'm locked in with the trenches
Ay, I [Dm] think it's about time for the dentist
We really made racks in this fuckin' pandemic
They let me out, papers I'm out for restriction
But I think our [Em] partners need peace every week
[D] Ay, keep that eye out of here, I'm runnin' back
[G] Ay, ay, [A] ay, we plottin', I told him it's business
Yeah, he got [C] a Glock, but that bitch for a inning
We [F] ran up his coat, had to lace up my tennis
I'm [C] ballin', that shit got me feelin' like Dennis
Ay, the docs say I [Dm] fucked up my kidneys
It must be the [A] lean and the squibs or the henny
Or maybe that dude say [Gm] don't mix with that women
We havin' [Am] our way with this shit, so we chillin'
Ay, took [Dm] losses to fill out his winning
We [C] started with bows, ended out with them chickens
He rich for this chain, bet he fly with the pigeons
Don't speak on the gang, let you talk in big business
Ay, we plottin', I told him it's business
Yeah, he [Gm] got a Glock, but that bitch for a inning
[F] We ran up his coat, had to lace up [Gm] my tennis
I'm ballin', that shit got me feelin' like Dennis
Ay, [F] feelin' like Dennis, feelin' like [C] Dennis, feelin' like, feelin' like [Gm] Dennis
[C] [Dm]
[Gm] [Am] [C]
[D] [C]
[E] [F]
[C] [N]
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Gm
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A
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C
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Dm
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Woman's cryin' and catch a [Dm] trick on the street
DJ's [Bb] on the front [C] yard and down the street
_ [Am] You can find it [A] all _
_ _ [D] Ay, ay, [Dm] woo _
_ [D] See I been in [Gm] my bed from the time I see it, ay
[C] Feelin' fine, my stick, [Dm] ay, it's cold
Woo, _ ay, see I been in my bed, [Am] ay, ay
I be [Dm] bleepin' that MVD boy feelin' shitty, damn
[A] Guess that's why they tryna get me
Big nigga [Gm] sniffin', I stay with the semi
He trippin' in this club and [C] I hit him with 50
I had [Dm] to cut him, that nigga wasn't with me
He said he gon' slide but I told him [F] it's risky
I come from the grove, yeah, the heart of the city
But be [Am] yellin' out for them boys really with it
Remember them [Dm] days we was addin' up pennies, damn
Now we throw racks to the ceiling
Smellin' like pressure, the [Gm] best in the city
You need it, we [C] got it, cuz Uber stay with me, [A] ay
Just stackin' the fuckers and scammin'
You got B08 and you better get with me
This shit here feel better than Hustlin' [Gm] and Dealin'
But she hit the fan, I'm [C] back robbin' and stealin'
Damn, [Dm] these bitches, they never fuck with me
They see I got clout, tryna fuck 4AM
I'm like, fuck you and fuck your lil' feelings
My heart [C] in them streets, I'm locked in with the trenches
Ay, I [Dm] think it's about time for the dentist
We really made racks in this fuckin' pandemic
They let me out, papers I'm out for restriction
But I think our [Em] partners need peace every week
_ _ _ [D] Ay, keep that eye out of here, I'm runnin' back
_ [G] Ay, ay, [A] ay, we plottin', I told him it's business
Yeah, he got [C] a Glock, but that bitch for a inning
We [F] ran up his coat, had to lace up my tennis
I'm [C] ballin', that shit got me feelin' like Dennis
Ay, the docs say I [Dm] fucked up my kidneys
It must be the [A] lean and the squibs or the henny
Or maybe that dude say [Gm] don't mix with that women
We havin' [Am] our way with this shit, so we chillin'
Ay, took [Dm] losses to fill out his winning
We [C] started with bows, ended out with them chickens
He rich for this chain, bet he fly with the pigeons
Don't speak on the gang, let you talk in big business
Ay, we plottin', I told him it's business
Yeah, he [Gm] got a Glock, but that bitch for a inning
[F] We ran up his coat, had to lace up [Gm] my tennis
I'm ballin', that shit got me feelin' like Dennis
Ay, [F] feelin' like Dennis, feelin' like [C] Dennis, feelin' like, feelin' like [Gm] Dennis _
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