Chords for Gunna Feat. Lil Durk "Lies About You" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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[Gm] _ _ I'm getting off the [Dm] side, I'm spitting some racks on my shoes.
_ I've been going hard, I paid all cash for [Gm] my jewels.
I walked in the [Dm] maze, bought a bag from my boo.
[G] I get no blue on the [Dm] spread of my [G] like oo.
[Gm] Can't get you off my [Dm] mind, I might die about you.
_ [Bb] I'm big class and [Dm] dying, can't control how I move.
[Gm] You're precious to the [Dm] guy, don't believe in voodoo.
_ [Gm] When you [Dm] at the top, that's how I feel [Gm] about you.
_ _ _ [Dm] Tell everything but the truth, get [Bb] number love from my crew.
[F] I guess they hate what you [G] do, pull [Bb] up in coupes with no roof.
[Dm] You caught me in a good mood, can't [Gm] put a spike in my groove.
[F] Got more deals than a shoe.
_ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] I drip, I need another one.
I [Bb] run that way for [Eb] that point.
[F] I think I'm on a [Gm] high horse.
My son got number high tunes.
[Dm] We kill them all, no rumors.
I [Bb] got a win, I [C] can't lose.
I'm [Dm] trying to feed all my boys.
_ [Bb] _ I [Dm] pay my dues to these hoes.
I [Gm] got that flex to [F] the torch.
I'm all about with [Dm] no court.
I [Gm] hit that trap and quit sport.
[Dm] I give all thanks to the Lord.
I [Bb] hit that L1 [F] record.
I get that drift on [Gm] your butt.
_ Getting off the [Dm] side, I spent some racks on my shoes.
_ [Gm] I been [Dm] going hard, I [Gm] paid all cash on my jewels.
_ I walked in the [Dm] maze, bought a bag from my boo.
_ [Gm] I get [C] no blue on the [Dm] spread of my like [Gm] oo.
Can't get you off my [Dm] mind, I might die about you.
_ [Gm] I'm fit, [Dm] constant, dying, can't control how [Gm] I move.
The praises to the [Dm] God, don't believe in Buddha,
demon, [Bb] who's when you [Dm] at the top,
that's what life's [Gm] about you.
Trying to man [Dm] bag guns and track pants [Gm] running.
Screw the [F] blue gods and we don't [Gm] fuck with no news.
How you [Dm] want that same little rap bag?
You ain't sucking [Bb] no dick.
[C] My little [Dm] LA bitch got that last year off that [Gm] coke shit.
Go fuck that shit.
Come on, [Dm] Charlie.
Fuck that ghost.
[Gm] What up, Riley?
None of my [F] niggas want a body.
[Gm] Them young niggas want a casket.
We ain't wiping [Dm] no Chirac's eyes.
Threesome's my [Bb] type of talk.
[F] Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy.
Tell that hoe like, [Bb] hell no.
Man, homie [Dm] bitch tried to fuck.
And she told me [Gm] he don't know.
He said that [Dm] he won't say shit, because he
know he going to get [Gm] Peter Rhoades.
And we [Dm] about that violence.
My young nigga be [Gm] wildin'.
[F] Yo, baby mama's trying to flex.
Yeah, [Gm] yeah.
Getting off the [Dm] side, I spent some racks on my shoes.
_ [Gm] I been going [G] hard, I paid all cash on my jewels.
_ [F] [Gm] I walk in, I'm [Dm] ass, bought a bag for my boo.
_ [Gm] I get [C] them blue [Dm] hollas, spread them out like [G] a wound.
[Gm] Can't get you off my [Dm] mind, I might die about you.
_ [Gm] I'm fake, [Dm] I'm so dying, can't control how [Gm] I move.
The prices to the [Dm] guy don't believe me,
fool the people.
[Bb] When you [Dm] at the top, that's how life's [G] about you.
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