Chords for Lil Wyte - We Ain't Playin

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_ We playin' Hellnaughts, we _ [Eb] _
[Ab] playin' Hellnaughts, we [D] _ _ _ _ _
playin' motherfucker, [Eb] we playin' [Dm] [D] Hellnaughts
We ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, hell no!
We ain't playing, motherfucker, [Eb] we ain't [Ab] playing, hell no!
Right, I [D] got a bunch of problems throbbing in my noggin'
That ain't stopping me, you popping slugs from your Glock on your block
I'm starting to feel this breeze, I'm 23, you 17's on both
You can't weigh up to me, you flex on me, but really it's the hate driving incorrectly
I'm on the road, get the fuck up out my way, I'm coming home
Thinking we playing with the words we saying, we ain't playing for all who didn't know
Keeping it real, I'm laughing at y'all, ain't laughing with y'all
I'm glad to get your full attention, comprehension, listen to my opposition
Make some money, fuck a hundred, twist a blunt and pass it to me
Got no time for weak rhymes, so when I write it, come out, ebonic
That's the way it's gotta be, 30 south of [G] that with me
[D] Suddenly thousand miles per hour, winds are wanting out of me
Ain't hit my peak, but I'll keep climbing till my lungs give out on me
Won't take my seat, but I'll keep standing, flaming till you feel the heat
In competitions, what this world revolves around, so know the score
I'm adding a little more [Bb] taste to your [D] plate, fucking, we ain't playing, hoe _ _
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[Eb] _ [Ab] We [D] ain't playing, _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Dm] _ [D] hell _ _ no
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[D] ain't scared, we ain't scared, so let's take this out the door
Got your unit, let's go do it, I ain't got no time for hoes
Think we playing, we ain't playing, we can do this 10 on 4
With all this animosity around me, I'm about to explode
And if I blow, it's for show, the outcome is gonna be crucial
Feelings mutual, if you say I'm useful, then that's truthful
Bringing it brutal, every time I pass the fucking mic
Soothing your soul and giving you music that you guarantee to like
And ain't no stopping there, nothing but air and opportunity everywhere
Stop and stare, or just take a peek at all that isn't fair
Think I care?
Guess not, cause all this shit's affecting me
I'm gonna keep on speaking [Bb] my mind till [D] these folks start [G] respecting [D] me, neglecting me
No more taking that, motherfucker, what you say?
Tough as nails, [Bb] growing [D] up in Memphis, living in the bay
Baby, great, pick the rap, and yes, this nigga has a right
No more joking, nigga, they roasting you up on the track, it's right _ _
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We playing hell, dog
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[D] got a million categories on my shit to-do list
And plus my anodism's been bottled, building up throughout this
It's gonna combine with the bad, and the good's gonna get great
Be sad you ain't make it this far, I can't help it that it's fate
And plus my legacy's been charted through this untraveled planet
My prophecy's got me to where I be, I know you can't stand it
My shit be slamming like orgasms, jamming up in your throat
Open up your release valve so you can get a breath or you choke
I'm about to give it like some bitches, doctors placing incisions
Bring nothing but some fucking pain on everything that I'm giving
And I got no love for [Bb] them haters [D] trying to stop what I'm doing
This shit goes on, I [Bb] rap prolong [D] and best believe I'm pursuing
A higher ground on earth, and that's so hard, cause man ain't got wings
See everyone on earth's a puppet dancing round on a string
You gotta grab life by its neck and rip its bones at a socket
Cause if you don't, you might slip up and you'll end up out of pocket _ _ _
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