Chords for GIGGS - TALKING DA HARDEST

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_ _ [Bb] _ _ [A] If you're talking the [Gm] hardest gigs better [A] pop up in your foots as an artist [Bbm] [A] CHEESE!
Toot in the market, [E] everybody [Am] wants to know where Wook in the park [Dm] is
Wook in the party, [D] spouting Armani
Half of the crowds go snooty, Motali
Shoot at the bar trying to suit the Panani
Chicks looking at me like, talk to me darling CHEESE! _
Hollering at man, winking, smiling, I'm one who attack man
I think these lighties loving my black gang
Everyone suits same colour as [C] [B] batmans
[A] Flipping like a quarter of brick
[Gm] Back [A] 28 with a foot of a crib
[Bb] Anybody [Am] thinks they can talk to my pit
Well [Bb] then I'm covered in [Am] red like a portion of [Dm] chips CHEESE!
[D] Pour me a drink, big fur jacket that's the force of a pimp
I used to be quiet, did that suit anything?
So I had to run right when I bought me a cling
Walk with my tings, peddling morphine
Them tans there, I was licking out more green
Skipped couple years, 07 the story
Now I'm hollow man, some heavy Dior [Bb] jeans
[Am] Bitch niggas looking for [Bb] glory
Wanna beat [F] me so they can tell you a story
[Bb] It'll [A] get bloody and it'll get gory
[Bb] Clapped in the [Am] net like a mandarin saw [Dm] 3
[D] Yeah I got my sutt and death on me
So much struts I'll have a weaponry orgy
Feds try and nip me for a murder
But it could have been the man that had the weapon before me
E-white green, I'll be peddling all free
Dropped P-box, it was just under 4G
I told them weigh the 10s at 2 grams
And weigh the 8s about 4G
[Bb] _ [F] Bad mans on the block
[Bb] [F] Spend all young gigs, mantis on [Bb] rocks
[Am] TB, Tiny, Carton and Jim [Bb] Jones
Holding it [Am] down while they handle the [Dm] clock
Pussy hoes got my [D] man them and lot _
Straps, we handle a lot
Claps, your man them and what
Me and you a coup but you can stand there and watch
My P-white G's will put their hands on your watch
Be easy, I put your mans in a box
Young like TB, JJ and Shox
I treat my little niggas like fam, not a boss
[Bb] _ [A] Who my man them and [Gb] what
_ [A] What your man them and [E] what
Beat [A] a couple drops and you ran to the cops
[Bb] Big 4, [Am] 5, they go to handle the [Dm] clock
I took a bad hand gone a [D] lot
But that one colored man handles a lot
Who the black gang from I handle a lot
Me and 4 spagging up grams at the spot
Shox in my grind gate, jumped in my vehicle
Gasped up, now I'm a slang, me a rock
Colored man handles his job
Beds on the ground, helicopters on top
[N] Beautiful woman wanna dock to my cop
A beautiful woman wouldn't stop getting caught _ _
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