Chords for Imported Goods

_ _ Oh my god, this motherfucking [E] sour is too good.
I don't need to be fucking with that other shit.
That shit hurts my throat [F#m] man.
I need that shit that tastes like fucking, fucking soap, joy, [G#m]
Ajax, _ [C#m] shit.
Ay yo, this is what I be doing on [F#m] that.
Yo, Orlando Magic warm up suits and black shacks.
95, Younger Bronson on [G#m] the fast track.
The blast gat now, I'm looking past that.
I want the gas stack higher than [F#m] the Nasdaq.
I put the work in the down time, I'm cooking lamb.
A thousand touches in the air like [E] it's Aretha Jam.
Aretha Jam, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me.
Or it's the forest where the [F#m] motherfucking rest you team be.
Peking duck and large liver goose calver.
Swiss Valley smoke cigar just [C#] like a new Barber.
You know the motto, [G#m] jacket to the knee.
I can't help it if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into [F#m] the P Lord.
Spark a seance cause everybody lived in it.
I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder [C#] being sifted up.
This is Queens [E] Day, alleys where the fiends play.
Yo, cuff the gas on the construction, [F#m] take it easy.
These are my people making sales until they black hurt.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back salute the dippies on the bikes and.
Loud pipes and rocket levers [F#m] like a wild viking.
My man who just came home, my summer going up.
He's up in the alley, [C#] sipping Pali, fucking throwing up.
Keep [G#m] your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thighs, blowing smoke into [F#m] the skies.
Bronson that lead the problem, we got the party reeking.
Never see us starving, all my people [E] hardly speaking.
When it's time, know we form into a single file.
Straight up fucking ball, go without hitting [F#m] a single child.
Hop in the Beamer, pigeon popping the Nina.
Getting tapped in the steamer, scoping rock [E] of the Tina.
Hooker, the type of looker, eat the pussy from the back.
Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving [F#m] packs all day.
Know the verbal, it's Oscar winning, you cop a squat to pissing.
Only focus on [C#] them rocks that glisten, suppositories in [G#m] the ass of you.
The green fila with a horsey, how this [F#m] motherfucking master do?
Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man.
Ali Honda, a thousand slap you with [C#] a whole hand.
Sex time, [G#m] overly a blessed time.
Check the rhyme, motherfucker better [F#m]
recognize.
This is for my people making sales until they back hurt.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, salute the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [F#m] a wild viking.
My men just came home, my summer going up.
Fees up in the alley, sipping Valley, fucking [E] growing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thighs, blowing smoke into [F#m] the skies.
The eyes slanted from the origami.
I roll the quarter of the water near the border where [C#] you ought to find me.
The tambourine man [G#m] pumping while the Tyson burning.
Air tech challenge, clay court, [F#m] jacks balanced.
Stay in thoughts in that weak shit.
My team spit that mean shit like stepping in [C#] some fiend shit.
Now you sick to your [E] stomach because you stunted.
Work out fronted, another motherfucking [F#m] jerk in fronted.
Post padding, Lonnie through the loaf.
Adam flushing, motherfucker keep it toasted by [C#] the gold satin.
Little doulas on the [G#m] block, we tell them go stab him.
Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier [F#m] to toe tag him.
Call hard sets and horseys like the freak.
That's grass and love a freak bitch, dining on [C#m] that Greek dish.
That's [G#m] the A-hole, all my people [C#m] AWOL.
Cash inside [E] the case and now the judges want [F#m] to play ball.
This is for my people making sales until they black her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, still do the dippies on the bikes.
Loud pipes and rocket levers like [F#m] a wild viking.
My men just came home, my summer going up.
Fees up in the alley, sipping [C#] Valley, fucking growing up.
Keep your mind straight, [E] focused on the prize.
Are we diving in the dive?
Blow a smoke into the [F#m] skies.
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