Chords for Lil Wayne - Still Got The Rock [Dedication 5]

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_ _ _ I'm gonna [G] be a son of a [Eb] bitch.
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DJ Drop!
Nigga, I be hard on a hoe, [Cm] cause a bitch ain't shit.
And [G] every hoe I done fucked [Ab] and sucked my dick.
I [G] had to pour out some [Eb] drink for [Ab] niggas I missed.
I [G] hope my weed ain't too [Ab] loud to hear the snakes hiss.
[G] It's dedication 5, [Eb] medication high.
I [G] gotta clean up out of these niggas [Cm] cause they be wasting time.
And boy, my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line.
I'm shining [G] on these hoes so hard they [Eb] getting tan lines.
It's [Gm] tunas.
I [Eb] go hard, I put in [Gm] work.
[Cm] Twin glocks, we're giving [Gm] a curse.
Dirty [Eb] money, no footprints in [Gm] dirt.
We [Cm] eeked up the revenge of [G] the nerds, I swear.
Play with these [Cm] niggas, that's that shit I don't do.
[G] As long as money [Cm] talks, I got someone to talk to.
[G] Watch my [Cm] dogs treat the beef like dog [G] food.
I got the [Gm] power, but a sharp fuse.
I can't trust my iPhone, [Eb] I think Siri the fix.
You [G] know snitches get [Cm] snitches, nigga, needle and [G] thread.
You better walk it like you [Cm] talking or [Eb] we cut off your legs.
[G] Pretty please don't kill my vibe, [Eb] I ain't too proud to admit.
[G] Alright, fucking right, [Eb] shoot you up at the light.
[G] Straight, take all your [C] possessions, call [Eb] that shit Poltergeist.
And my homie, he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes.
I call [G] my bitch, Plain Jane, [Eb] cause she catching up like a flight.
I'm on a mission to get [Cm] moving, money stick to the script.
Yo bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip.
[G] Soon as I get that proof, [Cm] I'ma go get rims.
[G] Toss the keys to my [Cm] homie, tell that nigga it's his.
[Gm] I feel like he, man, when [C] I'm in your ho.
You tell that bitch give me [Gm] my space like a [Cm] telescope.
And I throw [Gm] like a cola, my [Cm] system's solar.
I'm too young [Gm] to die sober, [Cm] yo man a cobra.
Watch that nigga, let's [G] go.
For my bitches [Cm] got bitches better than your bitches.
But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like [G] magicians.
Straight, blowing [Cm] money fast, I'ma get ticket.
[G] Soon as I get on paper, I'ma [Gm] smack a nigga.
No [Eb] broken mirrors, I can't see myself.
[Gm] Broke right back, [A] pocket flag redder than a velvet rope.
[Gm] Never say never, [Cm] she might do her friend, you never [Gm] know.
Shorty make that [Cm] dick stand up like it's telling [G] jokes.
I [Cm] swear to God, I put in work.
[G] I'm on [Eb] them shrooms, my goons on [G] alert.
I [Eb] spit these bars, this the [G] universe.
You [Eb] better duck, like Dunenberg, [G] I'm telling ya.
Shout [Eb] out Turkish Hot Boyz, bitch the block is [G] hot.
If I ain't have the [Eb] keys to success, I would've picked [G] the lock.
Diarrhea shit don't stop until my fucking casket drop.
Still got that crack, [Eb] maybe one day I'ma pass the [G] rock toons.
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_ [Eb] Dedication Vy, what up Vy?
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