Chords for Kia / Hyundai Boy Anthem

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_ _ _ _ _ _ He speak my fucking mouth, he's standing through this
Hit the booze and liquor like Frank Wright, nigga, but less
Safety come first, but for real nigga, fuck a bitch
Bitch in the back of the car and she shaking her ass
You can't drive, don't get to stand next, I'ma do the dash
Ain't snitch, ain't even fucking with me, I'll do his ass
Back here, sport his top speed like Tucson
Niggas love cappin' on the book, nigga, do some
He said you'll kill me, I'll drop my ass, you ain't seen none
Ball, ball, ball, bitch, wrecking her
Ball, ball, ball, I had to run it up
First off, fuck you doing, bitch, you know I'm coming in
When I come to the low zone, bitch, better fuck you up
I was in the hood, talking real deep, she said bye
If you wouldn't give me your arm, bet you ready to do the
Bitch, five on that y'all, I'ma make your boys fuck around
I've been long enough to work with you, nigga, so I'ma back your side
I've been tripping on these fans while you dusting out
I'ma do some on my dick, little nigga, how you look side
I'ma park this out late, my turder safe in my eye
I'ma buy that Phillips hood, nigga, and go to the vise
He a bitch with a fat ass, his turders throw his eyes
I've been in this for a long time, going fast, I'ma buy the whole guy
I got good boys on me, I got drugs on me, hope I make it by
I'ma miss the other nigga, if you're not gonna make it, well, alright
Left, right, left, right, little bitch, I'm popping in this hood
Back in court, they flag a pass, I'm here to do this
Put lights, they ain't know, this is first come, oh
Closing on their eyes, they don't know what swift mode is this
Right, left, right, left, nigga, check out that ass
Right, left, right, left, nigga, check out that ass
High speed, I can run, nigga, you not catching this, baby
I'ma get behind this, what is now, you can't catch this
Yo, hey, back there, I'ma be up in the joint
Checking on the deep, it's not got nothing
Not everything I got behind it, we just gotta catch it _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ On that lock, bitch, pay attention every day
Tylenol sex, got me driving, squeaking on the mob
Let you down and you'll mob me, now, that every day
What I up, cannot find, words lagging on the track
So I, nevermind
Take his fucking ass and they kill it, y'all
Put the bitch out, nigga, her name Miley
I could cut the north through the west lawn, y'all
Do the ass real bad, I don't read songs, y'all
Try to click now, shoot him to the numb, y'all
Free low, he be home in no time, y'all
Met a party full of grown hoes, all you can roll down
I'm a free-jaw nigga with a jacked ass.
That's how the bitches motherfuckers we gonna have to do that.
And that's all the dog shit, bro.
All I do is rap.
I was a big boy, now you're only trying to hit it from the back.
You wanna put the guy through so the mob pull [F#] another guy.
You ain't really got no fame, _ _ _ [N] now you finna stop.
You know what's [B] up, Sherman, what the hell's all up in this?
I'm stopping for the boys, little baby, just to get it right.
You know what I'm saying, sir?
So we have to hop up on a fucking dime.
I'm going on a free-me, you block that.
Who the fuck is that?
Free-jaw.
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