Chords for Iatola

Hola.
_ Yes, how do you do?
This is Ofcourse.
[G] Yeah.
Pleased to meet you.
I'm Justin.
[Fm] I'm still here.
I'm a little drunk in the night.
Yeah.
I miss you.
What's up?
[F] I'm just ordering. _
[G] I'm meeting up with the governor, 3-2, and the Hillwood Hustler.
[Fm] I'm coming straight out the head, though, from the brain [F] representing my ghetto.
[G] It's a trip, how they die young, in the hood in my Cadillac flying through the [Fm] wood with
my homie Ayatollah in the clover, [F] pink soda, mind of a [G] nota, lean on my shoulder, slaying
coca, 20 G's on my team, [F] Villanova, blow marijuana in the sauna while my niggas move dope on
the [G] Kona, V12 motor, be that loca, now your bitch trying to give me a [Fm] pinota, fast sweet
in my throat, though, [F] and my girl call the cops cause I [G] choked her, Coca-Mana, thank
you Santa, for the keyboard that came with the [Fm] samples, turn up the clarion with the
stallion, [F] she with me cause I am the [G] champion.
I will kill you.
I will kill you.
I will kill you, baby.
Hey, I got [F] some water, brother.
I got some water, brother.
I'm a six packer.
I got [Dm] some water, brother.
[G] _ _ _ It's quite delicious.
It's [Am] very delicious.
[F] Very delicious.
I will kill you, brother.
I will kill you, brother.
I will [Gm] kill you.
It's the same old story, though.
Niggas die cause they [G] fuck with the wrong hoe.
[Fm] It's a sign of the times, man.
By a second, thank God that I'm [Dm] alive, man. _
[G] Peace to my dead G's.
Bill Short trying to stack up they Benjis.
In [Fm] the mist and the fog, boys want to swab.
All of my [Dm] dick like corn on the cob.
[G] You ain't shit but a job for one of my killers.
How many [A] niggas must die by the trigger?
[F] I'm a sipper, I'm a swerver.
First degree [F] murder.
Smoke a fry stick [Dm] and get wetter than a [G] surfer.
No reversing my nature, 90 pounds on my pager.
I don't love you, I don't hate you, but I will misplace [F] you.
In the gunner for the fuck of it.
Gangsta nigga chucking shit.
Candy on my [Dm] mother's ship and haters think I'm [G] sucka.
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[F] Yup, yup.
That's the goddamn deal.
[F] And that's the goddamn deal. _
[C] _ [G] Yo, bro.
Uh, yeah, hold up, man.
[F] What is it?
This, this, how we do this?
Man. _ _
[G] So this what it came to.
Y'all the same crew.
Old friends help these niggas claim [Fm] blue.
But I don't gang bang.
I claim no color.
She lost a [Dm] son.
What if that was your [G] mother?
I sit back in my 92 blue lap.
And I support foundations like Lula.
[Fm] I went to Alma in second ward off of Sherman.
That was back when [Dm] niggas jammed into Pee Wee [G] Herman.
Smoking with my teacher, but not the preacher.
I remember fucking Liz on the [Fm] bleachers.
1986.
Wasn't making hits.
I was chasing [Dm] chicks, having bad relationships.
[G] Now I'm fucking Asian bitches.
Fine Asian bitches.
Romania and Italian.
So fucking gang [Fm] delicious.
I went from fame to riches.
And I remain malicious.
Shoot them up and leave [Dm] them laying in some strange [G] positions. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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