Chords for K1NG$ (feat. Smokie G)

[Ebm] These more local games
I'm a bag it, bag it, bag it
And I'm flippin', flippin', flippin', flippin'
Flippin' on my double, double, double
Double up this motherfucker _
Double up this motherfucker
_ _ Double up this motherfucker
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[Ebm] I'm a hit it, I'm a kitty
I'm a bag it, and I'm flippin'
I'm a double up this motherfucker
Just made a stack and then I spit it with my fuckin' brother
Bitch I'm addicted to this, now I'm a spendin' all the money
Nigga count that back, fuck all the jokes, you know this shit ain't funny
Cup cups for dinner, through the winter, that's when times got ugly
Used to ride the subway, but my bitch work cause we fuckin' hungry
Now the cash come fast and they say bitch don't even fuckin' love me
So I'm smokin' lovely, tryin' to fuck it about your fuckin' name
Spittin' words on beats, I'm tryin' to get about the fuckin' game
Sticks, racks, takin' out my past, they'll fuckin' look like I came to slang
Niggas want my brain because the whole world really know my name
You know the biz, niggas countin' cash
Got my mind, hip, no ties, dollar signs
Girl look into my eyes, clock nine
When I sleep, I'm traumatized, loyalty
Over love, bitch, don't tell me lies, niggas countin' cash
Got my mind, hip, no ties, nigga dollar signs
Girl look into my eyes, clock nine
When I sleep, I'm traumatized, loyalty
Over love, bitch, don't tell me lies, loyalty
I'ma take a finger lick, 6D
6D, lick the knee, 6D, 1D
Take a [B] finger lick, 6D
[G] 6D, nigga, nigga, [Ebm] nigga, nigga
Ten bands, put on re-up, I'ma take this block
Go with face numb, nine zips, a year, a metal face
And so the pockets satisfied, watch me [B] double up
Hold my soul, get doubted, Paulie's hair is thick as [Ebm] fire
Duh, duh, duh, what, suck my dick
I [F] bet the city lose it, fuckin' [Ebm] with this block of shit
I bet these niggas mad, keep on hatin', y'all ain't stoppin' shit
All my brothers bout that shit, they really out here poppin' shit
Like, fuck you and that pussy, motherfuckers that you rockin' with
Big bangs leave you traumatized
Tryna stay alive, but everybody gotta die
Dollar signs on my mind, all I do is grind
Before you get these stacks, I swear you'll get this baby nine
Rest in peace to all my brothers buried six feet
We still reppin' for the real ones who forever keep it cheap
Got a hundred motherfuckers that done tried to murder me
And a million motherfuckers who done probably heard of me
Got a couple bad bitches that be swingin' on the deep
Suckers out of pocket must not know that pussy's free
Twist my fingers, throw it up, I'm a low-mo from the three
Bro, I'm runnin' for this paper, all I know is get the green
Got a couple bad bitches that be swingin' on my teeth
Suckers out of pocket must not know that pussy's free
Twist my fingers, throw it up, I'm a low-mo from the three
Bro, I'm runnin' for this paper, all I know is get the green _ _ _ _
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