Chords for Juvenile - Set It Off

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_ I'm going to change the world of war and stun.
If your girl leave me I'm going to take everything from her.
I'm a find me some new lookin' buy a 4 runner I walk with a limp in my new teddy And I like
it from the back so I hold my [Fm] butt steady I know I got some [B] big lean but I ain't [F] trippin'
Now mama I love some sex but I ain't lickin' Now prepare yourself for some knee whippin'
You don't wanna girl you don't know what you missin' I'm the baddest boss player walkin'
You ain't heard I got an ema head bust waitin' to give him the words
Got a few in the food court a few in the weather Down south in the mid-what's up to the rest
Can't forget about that ghetto where they sluggin' the dead
No matter what I get into I love my step
[Fm] What's up, what's [F] up, what's up, what's up, _ what's up, what's up, what's up, _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ what's up
_ Nigga, nigga, and I was in the mix tonight Now what you heard on the street is feelin' more polite
Still got none dub sippin' brown and white Jump stupid if you [A] want it you gon' clown tonight
We got [Fm] 25 towers in the VIP [F] Crest island 40-deck and a pound of trees
I know you wait for me to [B] go home, you're followin' me home
Bitch, [F] you heard I'm a nigga though, a shot to the dome
And if your boys wanna be off, they can get it too I'm really not concerned at all
No guess I get it too, Chang, [F] Fresh, Joe, Bubba
You gotta give it to me, how juvenile is a mother?
I'm a general, executing a plan Got a vision of the third world, ruling land
Pulling up on girls, telling them to get in the van
Mommy, please bust it up, me and my man
What's up, what's up, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ what's up Set it off in this mother, what's up
What's up, [Fm] what's up, [F] what's up Set it off in this mother, what's up _ _ _ _
_ _ 55% of these players is fake The other 45% be handling their week
55% of these women and bros The other 45% be playing their roles
Mr.
Officer, Mr.
Officer Man, take these handcuffs off of us
We ain't got nobody in this call for us And I know 20s is the law for [Fm] us
I ain't from France, but excuse my French Forget you if you hatin', what to say to that bitch
I been dealing with you clowns way back when Plus I kept a fire [Fm] truck off the layback end
They say mama, [F] bling bling, and JD tight Cause Julie taking care and everything alright
Did you see the silver [B] step with the fat tights?
[F] Me and Follett by his waters on some fat bikes
What's up, what's up, what's up Set it off in this mother, what's up
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