Chords for Lil Ugly Mane - No Slack In My Mack // !WARNING! STROBOSCOPIC VISUALS

[Fm] _ _ _ _ Yeah, motherfucker, love you, man, it's Ben.
_ Mr.
Wallow, I see you.
_ Let's get this money, motherfucker.
Chocolate milk, you heard me.
_ _ _ Hey! _
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[F] _ _ I got a lot of profits in my pocket.
I can throw them to the sky if you bitches care to drop it.
I'm [Fm] cocky, switch the topic, [F] shop it.
Rocks up in the projects, treat your pussy like they object.
You can never [Dm] stop the progress.
Powder and some vegetables, trash can exceptional.
Commas and some decimals, leaking out my _ _ gastrointestinal.
Bitch, I'm a professional.
[F] Bitch, I am invincible.
X-Men guns catch me looking like a sentinel.
Blame, throw a fire, make a player melt.
Steady, keep the product moving quick like a conveyor belt.
You can't save yourself, [Dm] pray for your savior's help.
I'm a straight fillet, you in the splat, [F] you on my favorite shelf.
Ugly mane, yeah, you see the chain.
Yeah, you see them hoes flock to me, say my name.
I'm in that Chevy thing, swag it, bang it, run the game.
You can't even see me, fuck one, we are not the same.
I'm a slide, watch that.
I got money, watch that.
There ain't no slack in my mac.
Got guns, got bread, got credit.
_ _ There ain't no slack in my mac.
No slack.
Walk [Ab] back.
No slack.
Walk [A] back.
No slack.
Walk [Db] back.
No slack.
Walk [F] back.
No slack.
Walk back.
[Ab] No slack.
Walk [Gm] back.
No slack.
Walk [Eb] back.
_ He [F] _ hit the money, [Ab] you can get the money.
[G] _ get the money, [Db] get the money, get the money, [F] _ get _ [Ab] _ the money.
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[F] Man you mad motherfuckers, I keep it at a mercy, laying in the hood, yeah I'm dying where they burst me.
Imma gobble up these goblins and these goons like they turkey, I'm spitting out they bones in my patrol, Lord have mercy!
Swag like nicotine, can't get enough
Plus I'm bad for your health, boy, I'm dangerous, thus
Lungs full of smoke and a bag full of guts
Not [Dm] the innards of a Dutch, just a bag full of guts, okay
Ballin' on my mind, Kareem Abdul, I have my gada
Polo, Louis V and Prada, anything to get inside her
Call my chopper, the even rider, call my d-day equalizer
Call my phone, I'm the [F] supplier, call my bluff, I'm not a liar, you the liar
When you lyin' on your back with a bullet in your head
You thinkin' back on all that whack shit you said
But you can never retract, cause you dead
I'm rippin' you to shreds, ugly man is not right in the head
I'm fly, why's that?
I got money, why's that?
_ There ain't no slack in my neck
Got guns, got guns, got friends, got friends
_ There ain't no slack in my neck
No slack, no _ [Ab] slack, no [Gm] slack, no _ _ [Db] _ _ _ [F] _
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