Chords for Kevin Gates - White Tan

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_ _ _ I'm wondering if you're stupid.
[Bbm] Facial expression vacant.
Puzzled as if a doofus.
Bad news [Bb] truly.
Nose up her ass often.
Socially a misfit.
My dick you should get off [Bb] it.
_ 463's cooking that.
Shopping dimes off it.
Bottom line a revolver.
Problem a mind solver.
Dodging a crime while in the blind of a flying saucer.
_ Unidentified object [Db] contact or deny.
Walking, dog barking, barking.
Hard to talk from a coffin.
When thoughts engulf the wall, couldn't call it off if I called them.
Needle into my skin, no pretending.
Be somewhat therapeutic.
While in my lair in the air performing aerial movement.
_ Thoughts linger distinctively as if parachuting.
Whisper police and be quickly seen by a pair of shooters.
Stare approving, arousing fear as I'm hard to kill.
[Gb] Oxygen to toxin while watching shorty [Bb] compulsion.
I can left you with the right hand and then [Gb] back you with the [Ebm] left hand.
A lot of niggas pussy, they be coming [Ab] at me left hand.
On the stove over the bottom, dropping soda with the right hand.
[F] Butt a knife and scrape the pirates cooking [Bbm] white. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ I got [G] _ _ the feeling [F] myself. _
I forgot what I [Bb] told me.
Hold up.
Hold up. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I love to see you go all, you know.
_ It go bloom, bloom, blocker, salute troops, proper peace, inquisitive, you listen and
better not be Sinatra, you better resemble Gotti and Bati and Luca Brasi in the labby,
wish to try [Gb] me, you and me, wish they could try [Bbm] it out, creeping to the clique on the
humble, who gon' stick by me now, poly down the vise and the plait, wish [Eb] they could tie
me down, [Bb] I be round, pass through your mechanism in all sorts, all ports, Brooklyn the globe,
I'm dug in the raw spot, [Bbm] raw report, magazine reader, [Gb] pull up in raw [Ebm] form, all corn, state
of Atlantic [Ab] system in y'all [Dbm] dawn, what I meant by sip and drink [F] the color we all know it,
[B] with that shit the same color [F] as a hurl pot, I could tap you with the right hand and [Gb] then
bat you with the left hand, [Ebm] a lot of niggas pussy they been coming [Ab] at me left hand, on
the stove [Dbm] over the bottom, dropping [Fm] soda with the right [Bb] hand, [C] butter knife and scrape the
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