Chords for Joyner Lucas - Backwords (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

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Yo _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I mean, it's just simple [Dm] man.
You better burst go to the booth _ lay shit down
It's not a challenge no more _
_ Not just I know but still [Bb] like money.
I [D] just want he fucks it up _
[F] Spit eight bars right and spit it back [Bb] this money.
Nigga.
What the fuck you want me to do the inevitable?
What is it a harmony?
[Bb] Oh my _ god, _ _ I'm gonna make sense and spit [F] the eight of the same eight bars [Bb] back.
I gotta make you do that [C] Yeah _ _ _ _
[Bb] I'm a special person [F] while I'm rapping in the back and [Bbm] churches on my back with person
I ain't laughing don't you act absurd and I'm having urges ain't no passion.
[C] Don't you back?
Thank you bad occurrence
I'm a bad suburban slapping her ass [Bbm] take it person
I've been urging to get certain action got a nervous itching in the service kitchen drinking cappins while I'm serving children different words
That's spilling out the [F] cabinets and I heard position.
It's absurd addiction got me [Bbm] laughing spit fast
But whatever impact your ribs cramping break your kick cap when you play with your kids back.
I'm _
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_ _ _ _ _ [F] Laughing at addiction absurd in its position hurt inside a cat [Bbm] that's spilling out words
That's fairly different serving children while the cat is drinking in the service kitchen itching from the nerve and action got served
But taking [Fm] perks as nurses flatness is birth and I've been cursing [Bbm] bad
Passion but ain't no urge you haven't been a third action or be laughing ain't no person [F] backwards
I'm a church's in the back [D] wrapping while I'm person snatching
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[Bbm] Right versus
_ _ _ I wrote my dad's [F] initials and laughing at passing into I have to mention breaking shit down
_ [Bbm] _ The rap Olympics I'm ready to pass the attendance
I cook the ass and grill him that you can eat that's dinner
And I used to laugh at niggas [F] that act like facts or feelings till I'm packaging them and packages filled with acid [Bbm] venom
I bought a toy gun with a blitz with plastic in him
It closes with matches lit him and left a few fragments in him
I never packed the Mac in the back of a a concentral [F] Alexis with gas
Alexis a Benz with a stack of Benjamins
Benjamin's the stacks of Benz's and gas with the Lexus that a central a cab [Bbm] back of the Mac when I packed it in it
The practice lit matches explosives of plastic bullets from a gun toy.
I just bought for you niggas
It's got the reckless venom acid filled with the packages and I'm packaging the faggots and they feelings just acting one niggas laughing
He had dinner season and grilling me cook the [F] asses while contenders pass the murder Olympics the rap past them
Send it down bring it to mentions and have essentials.
I passed a lap of the pitch
So I wrote it down as an issues and a back and read through some pistol tacking a stack of stencils in a book papers and pencils
[Ab] I'm rapid chasing
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ How's [Gm] that
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I'm the _ _ _ [Bbm] same nigga that physical copy ratchet on him Yeah
That's same nigga that take a piss in your [Bb] Arizona and that same nigga to put acetone in [F] the back of soap with a soda for
[Bbm] $40 some pussy a half a soda and I never paid attention to rappers who acted bogus
Who lie and say they rich when they songs with a yass is homeless and try to throw dirt on my name
It's a [F] plastic water till I grab it throw the batch of a laugh when the gas is over
[Bbm] Fuck I'm hard to hustle hard with the hustle on cut the jugular
So you choking your tongue and jaw and I never been a gangsta one little troubling knob
[Fm] But I'm good with my nothing place to a brick and leave that's enough
All the dust [F] leave a brick punch for my knuckles knob, but I'm not a [Bbm] trouble wanted a gangster
I never caught the John tongue choking your jungle.
Ah, cuttin hustle laws with the hustler hustle
Ha fuck him hard over ass laughing and bashing my back fold and crack them to the quota pass him and crash him and laugh
Homeless ass when they saw trash it crack closer
Bogus actors [Fm] who rapping over the track hold them so the half a pussy a dollar for the got [Bbm] sold it for some soap and
Acetone in the bathroom to blast both them
Arizona pistol I took in a glass [F] of cola and got ratchet on the pop [Ab] them and fizzled them [D] back to soda
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