Chords for Lil Rob-Soy Chingon

_ _ Uh, hello?
[N] Hehehehe, who?
Damn it, for the last time, there aren't any [C] Mexicans here. _
Hey homies, throw on some fuckin' hoodies, ese.
Hold on, let me trip on this 45, then, ese.
Watcha, hold on.
Bap.
[F] Bap.
Bap.
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[G] Bap.
Bap.
[F] Bap.
[Dm] Bap.
[G] Bap. _
[C] _ [F] Trap.
Bap.
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[G] Bap.
Bap.
[F] See, when I'm ready, ese.
Estoy [Gm] lusto.
Seattle, Marty, [G] wanna say fast too?
The [F] Boogies thump.
Cuz, I don't need to get drunk off my ass.
[G] I just need a little high.
This gonna [F] last.
Jump off the rock, fly, kick back on [G] the curb.
Light up a torque, smoke up off [F] the earth.
Smoke 3, moved from the 5 to the [Gm] 7 Ran out of zig [G]-zag, so back to 7-11 we go
[F] No need to buy em, we'll just [Gm] leave em Homie said he called [B] the police, I didn't
[F] believe him Walked out the store with an attitude
[Gm] Started cappin' and started [C] laughin' Then let me tell you what happened
Went back to [Gm] the hood, rolled up some endo Brutals rollin' through [G] my rodeo
I broke their [F] window, shanked their fuckin' tires Now they can't leave
[G] And now it's about time for 3 Soulcats to bleed
[F] Pulled them off the ramp like and we fucked em [Gm] all
Took em to the [G] gondon and we attacked em [F] all
Put the BBC on their foreheads [Gm] We want the vatos [G] alive, we don't want em dead
We wanna [F] walk em around to show that the brown [Gm] crowd was there
And [B] did that shit without [F] a care
In the world, cause they're nothing but little [Gm] girls
Damn, I should've [G] pulled it, cause they deserve [F] the bullet
Put the guap into their temple [G] Then pull the fuckin' trigger cause it's so fuckin' simple
[F] Just like my lyrics, I'm chicken Back when I say [Gm] it, my don't yell
I put those [G] in, I'm chicken Back when I spray them, fuckin' Levin
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[D] Cause if you fuck with me, I'll fuck with you twice as hard
Levin, Levin, Levin
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_ [G] Some [F] rappers walked up and asked if I [Gm] gang bang
I said I used to, [G] but then I had to pull out [F] the foo's gun
There's rappers from the wrong hood [Gm] And now they think they [C] got little Ron good
But fuck it, [F] I had to blast the puto between the [Gm] eyes
And now I sit here [G] laughing as this homeboy cries
[F] But what the fuck, I did what had to be done
[Gm] I can't let one go, [C] so I have to kill both of em
[F] I don't give a shit, I'll do a [Gm] real thing
But some of the [C] skin says it's time for me [F] to split
It's time to leave the fuckin' premises
[Gm] Cause I don't need a witness, [G] so I leave with a [F] bittersweetness
Take homeboys, hang them, then pull the [Gm] corner
Jump in the [B] backseat, and you know she let me [F] burn her
She's looking fine, do you know what I mean?
[Gm] I made her scream, I said [G] stick with me and you'll be standing [F] around me
Because you never deserve a [Gm] ranker, you need a rapper like [B] me
The Mexican [F] Gangsta
But what if they feed me a hundred points, the [Gm] devil
I'm telling the sweet [G] stuff, but let's put a band on
[F] Because you gotta know I'm smarter than that
[Gm] This honda wasn't even [D] crying as she saw her vodka dying
[F] Now when I'm with the right here, the hooda [Gm] drive by
Going to the [G] site where I left those fools [F] to die
Now who did it, nobody has a clue
[G] And without the murder weapon, what's the hooda gonna do?
My [F] shit, what is this bitch, who's rat?
[Gm] So I grab my shotgun [G] and I pump the [F] fucker back
Just in case, but the bitch wasn't knowing [Gm] cause I was still going
[G] Had the honda moaning and [F] groaning, she got nasty
Opened her mouth with a [Gm] grin, can't let a good thing go to [C] waste
So I stuck my dick in and I was [F] going, she was blowing
And then I started [G] coming, replaced my dick with a shotgun
And you know I started [Am] gunning
In my eyes, I didn't do nothing [Gm] wrong
Do what I do to [G] survive so you know it's on
[F] Inside the skin, no one's ever gonna catch me
[Gm] Cause I'm too fly, too [C] slick, too W-I-C-K [F]-E-D
Left the place without a [Gm] trace
And I didn't [G] care, home, so there it is, their homes
[F] Just like my lyrics, I'm kicking back when I say [Gm] a motto
I put [G] those in, I'm kicking back when I spray [F] them Fucking left
_ [D] _ Yeah, and if the pain back in quick
You best believe the pain is gonna stick Left _
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Switching on _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] Switching on, got home like a [Gm] capone
No, we sold the bomb
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