Chords for JID - Ambassel [Official Audio]

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I miss the shot, [Eb] I had to answer then forgot, I knew one day my sh** poppin in front of
my nine, my nine's [N] flexin'.
I fell out and cut the joke, my nine monopolized the set.
My dot, my dot is taking hit like I can't die like Nissa.
One of the day, the dawn of the dead day.
I don't see nothing but red.
I grab the blankets and milk and the bread, I come from the east and I'm traveling west.
Got a machete, I chop it, chop it.
A nigga that's tough and determined to plot and fix.
Yeah, there's no stopping the run, poppin sun, and God's dropping anybody who next.
I want a mansion, I got a million advances
I'm gonna stay in Atlanta
Most don't move to LA
And throw all of their money away
And move back with their parents
I see the canvas, I got the brush in my hand
The colors are mixing again
Grabbing a stick with my hand
I drop my guts, the world is us So what?
Who wanna touch?
Who wanna rough me up?
Nobody
My head is ready to bust
Kicking the door when I come out the cut Fuck Oh yeah
Who wanna touch?
Who wanna rough me up?
Nobody
My head is ready to bust
Do what I do and I say what I want Fuck
Yeah, I'm mommy, your kid in the magazine
Kid in the magazine
I had a stack on my jacket
We see the audacity
I was a bad kid, bad city
You see the duality
Who trying to battle me, huh?
Kid is a zathemy
Can I be that many?
Who wanna bust me up?
Fatality really is up
It's so undoubtedly
Baby don't touch the box
My salary double
Your baby daddy make me triple
I'm trouble, I get to tackling
If they cannot hustle
I had to have it
Had to get in the huddle
In the gravel and rubble
Got me a sack and I'm trying to be subtle
We just hanging like a dog with a muzzle
See the bag, I put him back in the puddle
We attacking, better stand back and watch him run
Shotgun, come with the option
Send big blitz, nobody blocking
Big win, that's a ring and a watch
Strong hand when he coming to slide
Trying to bend the corner, your limbs getting pulled
That's your partner, then your twin getting pulled
All you wanna do is talk
I don't need to talk
I don't hurt, somebody talk
I can pull up with that Chewbacca that
Hit the shit
Bang in my chest and my head on the locker
Feeling like Walker Blocker
Flame, I put the opposition out the game
I'm out of pocket, but I rock with the game
And in my stupid side, it's gotta be
So I'm like a product of Broadway
Who wanna touch?
Who wanna rock me up?
Nobody
My head is ready to bust
Kick in the door when I come out the cut What?
Okay
Who wanna touch?
Who wanna rock me up?
Nobody
My head is ready to bust
Kick in the door when I come out the cut _ _ _ _
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