A Bay Bay chords

by Hurricane Chris
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Hurricane Chris - A Bay Bay (Official Video) chords
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Hurricane Chris - A Bay Bay chords with lyrics - Single Version

B _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ hey baby hey _ _ _ _ _ _ .
F _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ Eb baby _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
hey baby.
Ebm Hey baby.
Oh my.
No excuses.
_ Fm _ Eb _ .
Hey baby.
_ Hey baby.
Hey baby.
Hey baby.
_ Hey baby.
Gb Hey baby.
You wanna know Eb what we say Ebm in the club.
Hey baby.
_ White folks, gangsters, and the good.
Hey baby.
_ Stunned Eb with the sex with them good.
Hey baby.
_ Riding in the Ebm lap with the mood.
Hey baby.
I'm in the club.
Holling.
Hey baby.
Hey baby, hey baby, _ hey baby, hey baby, _ Gb hey baby, I'm in the club Ebm hollin'.
Hey baby, _ hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, _ hey baby, I'm in the club hollin'.
Now when I holla hey baby, I'm finna get my groove on.
It's so hot up in the club Gb that I ain't got no shoes A on.
Ebm Holdin' up a pink stack of them Hunnids in a rubber band.
Girl don't ask me for no cash, cause I'm not that Dm other Ebm man.
Everybody trippin' cause I'm lippin' when I'm broken.
And I'm pimpin' when I'm talkin', I don't trick on chickens F walkin'.
Eb Them bars in the back, they be rollin' up they dodie.
And they blow it till they tokin', that's what Bb got them Gb came.
F Ebm When I see a bad chick, I'm hollin' out hey baby.
Hope y'all ain't with y'all bar friends, cause I don't care what they say.
And I don't care what he say or she say.
I'm in the DJ booth takin' pictures with the DJ.
You wanna Eb know what we say when clubs get crunk.
F Hey baby, Ebm let it play, that's my song, turn it up.
You wanna know what we say when clubs get crunk.
Hey baby, let it play, that's my song, turn it up.
You F wanna Eb know what we say in the Ebm club.
_ _ White folks, gangsters, and the thugs.
_ _ Slidin' with a stack of them _ thugs.
Ridin' in the lap with them mules.
I'm in the club hollin' hey baby.
_ _ _ _ Hey _ _ baby, I'm in the F club Ebm hollin'.
Hey _ _ baby, _ _ hey _ _ baby.
I'm in the Dm club Ebm hollin'.
Now if you lookin' for me baby, you can find me.
Banging in the Chevy, can it pain to swingin' F Eb 90.
Send cars creep with my people right behind me.
I showed her my chain, now she hollin' Gb boy you F frightening Eb me.
Show my mouthpiece to them freaks, now they high on me.
Oh you got a problem.
Well I hope Gb you ain't F trying Ebm me.
Go to car park and then I reach under my seat.
Hop out with my hand under my shirt, this where F that.
Eb.
Yellow bone surfing me, she Dm trying to see Ebm where I'ma be.
You gon' let me get up in your where that's where I'ma be.
I don't hop trunk with lights, this where that be.
Straight to the hotel, all the bad chickens follow Eb me.
I don't feel like my style, I ain't trippin' I'm just tryin' to see.
Ebm Girl if you drunk with Timmy, why you leanin' all on me.
And if you thinkin' I don't stunt, you trippin'.
I put up in the expedition with the Roots.
Cause I know what we say in the club, hey baby.
White folks, gangsters, and the thugs.
_ _ _ Stuntin' with a stack, but I'm good.
_ _ _ Ridin' in the lab with a mug.
_ I'm in the Fm club Ebm hollin'.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ F _ Ebm _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ Let N _ _ _ _ .
Ab _ it play, that's my song, turn it up.
Ebm I'm in the club, hot, crunk, sweatin', burnin' up.
I'm hoppin' through the crowd, buckin' and hollin'.
I was hoppin' out, I fell out on the dance floor.
And now I can't get up, _ J's on your feet.
But you can't get in, blue and baton.
Brown, white, and yellow trick, please.
I go to St.
Louis and let my chain hang low.
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with F rose Ebm sauce.
I shine real bright A in the light because I'm a star.
Ebm.
Eight shots of a drone, now I'm standin' on the bar.
Probably get drunk as a stalker, put the keys in the wrong car.
Probably get drunk as a stalker, put the keys in the wrong car.
You wanna Eb know what we say in the club.
_ _ White folks, gangstas, and the cubs.
Bb _ _ Sweatin' with a stack Eb of them cubs.
_ _ Ridin' in the lab with a mug.
Gb I'm in the club Ebm.
hollin' _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ I'm in the club hollin'.
_ _ _ _ I'm _ _ _ _ _ in the club N.
hollin' _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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