Chords for Lil Yachty x Rio Da Yung OG x Veeze x RMC Mike x Louie Ray x GrindHard E - Run Down

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Lil Yachty x Rio Da Yung OG x Veeze x RMC Mike x Louie Ray x GrindHard E  - Run Down chords
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[Fm] I'm a mama just nigga niggas just got a pop his ass full of I hate it really talks you
shit with any more talk talk shit oh I'm God look yeah come and suck on my
jewelry dick my doctor almost out I made my bitch gonna clean and spit yeah I'm
on my mind you don't hear you gonna write a script till he did go hang with
Kobe right pull me up with no question he didn't owe me death this bitch just
call my name like she really know me in a rap nigga in the world you say they
hold me I just got a s-i-g in the back folding I'm our SRT's and my Stevie
didn't hurt my pockets I just saw a seal find an act and I heard my
socket real VVS on my bitch ain't no hard lockets I live on the lake leader
crib and forgot the locket it's okay I got cameras down and my brother's
sleeping upstairs got hammers down and my other brother tried close you got
Pamela there good with the blood like I just challenged their 44th oil around
breaking hearts with a chrome her sweater wrong breaking church the house
arrest I ain't left from home taking our support codeine and styrofoam I keep a
couple lean on me don't want to die alone what the fuck is one pint I want
to buy low I got the plug this in the bricks I'm trying to find the boat how
to find shuriken I'm gonna buy a go shit 60 pointers in my ear I can buy like 10
pair of shit it won't hurt me tell double my next piece gonna be 30 for 30
me and Mike taking blues 130 for 30 ain't got no feelings but I told my
little bitch don't hurt if you heard me the funeral home I probably run out of
dirt if you murder my day off with a six of purple in a purge the pastor so dope
by walking the church when I got real just put on me honey rack fresh out the
bank who Jesus put on me pouring drink right out the pipe I got bitch selling
pussy look like Tyra Banks I'm rocking car her shoe and basketball just like
I'm Drake this shit ain't nothing to my niggas
youngest nigga in my crew got like six figures I've been driven since the truth
with the dick stitching every time you think about his bro he reminiscing boy
we don't shoot up no houses we hit niggas boy I've been sipping dirty water
with my flint because I just made a lot of blues with my crimp niggas blood I
could never be no fool with no snitch nigga I need a white hard pool so I can
swim in it I'm out the pillow fucking cool but like
ten bitches we just made a pop pitch black like a tinnitus I'll be in the
basement raving work like I'm big tigger just got my dick sucked by a car case
and I get it from three different ways he caught all angles walking through the
say what's up he's on by a palm angel little bitch been chasing me for years
she got strong ankles let me see that watch one time I need some motivation I
was told to sell it don't when you was rollerskating gotta be pregnant in
September and a Kobe baby crazy think about the situation we had no relation
daddy let me see that anchor chain I'm trying to fuck a hatcher's I just pay
six thousand in some change for a fucking match to the baby K with no aim
I bust it back for spice talking got the ghetto boys moving up the ladder hold on
I ain't done yet I just finished me a little bitch for the combat my daddy
caught a body with this block it's a compact add another body to the counter
keep up the way that we've been going we ahead of a nigga just five years ago I
scattered we drop back like dropping trash in the trash can yeah it was
nothing to it thought that our pussy ain't shit unless I nut I can't really
do no extra shit I do enough move I would go and buy another brick but
ain't enough move I heard plenty niggas getting love but do too much shoes you
ain't really active like we is you do too much cool and truly park my car
wherever till I move it I'm nasty part not eating don't excuse it bro I hate
that I can buy whatever not cuz I view for the plane just a popo just to do it
by jury cuz I put my cell phone up a muse in my park fast cuz I'm already
high and I might lose it's a honey cash not counted out to you to prove it's
amazing I'm still out here dodging don't change I drop a 20 20 been same color as
the raisin Luis for the park 30 with me and made me take it 3 5 a 1 in the wood
I had to face and my crib slapping like the card guess that's why they raided me
when I was selling double had a couple piece that stay with me $10,000 in the
day you can't make a G 200 a gram and I'm stiff you gotta come to me it's all
hustle ain't no look I'm a hold and my new BJ baby daddy can't fuck with me
GRI and the heart that shit stuck with [C#] me
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_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ I'm a mama just nigga niggas just got a pop his ass full of I hate it really talks you
shit with any more talk talk shit oh I'm God look yeah come and suck on my
jewelry dick my doctor almost out I made my bitch gonna clean and spit yeah I'm
on my mind you don't hear you gonna write a script till he did go hang with
Kobe right pull me up with no question he didn't owe me death this bitch just
call my name like she really know me in a rap nigga in the world you say they
hold me I just got a s-i-g in the back folding I'm our SRT's and my Stevie
didn't hurt my pockets I just saw a seal find an act and I heard my
socket real VVS on my bitch ain't no hard lockets I live on the lake leader
crib and forgot the locket it's okay I got cameras down and my brother's
sleeping upstairs got hammers down and my other brother tried close you got
Pamela there good with the blood like I just challenged their 44th oil around
breaking hearts with a chrome her sweater wrong breaking church the house
arrest I ain't left from home taking our support codeine and styrofoam I keep a
couple lean on me don't want to die alone what the fuck is one pint I want
to buy low I got the plug this in the bricks I'm trying to find the boat how
to find shuriken I'm gonna buy a go shit 60 pointers in my ear I can buy like 10
pair of shit it won't hurt me tell double my next piece gonna be 30 for 30
me and Mike taking blues 130 for 30 ain't got no feelings but I told my
little bitch don't hurt if you heard me the funeral home I probably run out of
dirt if you murder my day off with a six of purple in a purge the pastor so dope
by walking the church when I got real just put on me honey rack fresh out the
bank who Jesus put on me pouring drink right out the pipe I got bitch selling
pussy look like Tyra Banks I'm rocking car her shoe and basketball just like
I'm Drake this shit ain't nothing to my niggas
youngest nigga in my crew got like six figures I've been driven since the truth
with the dick stitching every time you think about his bro he reminiscing boy
we don't shoot up no houses we hit niggas boy I've been sipping dirty water
with my flint because I just made a lot of blues with my crimp niggas blood I
could never be no fool with no snitch nigga I need a white hard pool so I can
swim in it I'm out the pillow fucking cool but like
ten bitches we just made a pop pitch black like a tinnitus I'll be in the
basement raving work like I'm big tigger just got my dick sucked by a car case
and I get it from three different ways he caught all angles walking through the
say what's up he's on by a palm angel little bitch been chasing me for years
she got strong ankles let me see that watch one time I need some motivation I
was told to sell it don't when you was rollerskating gotta be pregnant in
September and a Kobe baby crazy think about the situation we had no relation
daddy let me see that anchor chain I'm trying to fuck a hatcher's I just pay
six thousand in some change for a fucking match to the baby K with no aim
I bust it back for spice talking got the ghetto boys moving up the ladder hold on
I ain't done yet I just finished me a little bitch for the combat my daddy
caught a body with this block it's a compact add another body to the counter
keep up the way that we've been going we ahead of a nigga just five years ago I
scattered we drop back like dropping trash in the trash can yeah it was
nothing to it thought that our pussy ain't shit unless I nut I can't really
do no extra shit I do enough move I would go and buy another brick but
ain't enough move I heard plenty niggas getting love but do too much shoes you
ain't really active like we is you do too much cool and truly park my car
wherever till I move it I'm nasty part not eating don't excuse it bro I hate
that I can buy whatever not cuz I view for the plane just a popo just to do it
by jury cuz I put my cell phone up a muse in my park fast cuz I'm already
high and I might lose it's a honey cash not counted out to you to prove it's
amazing I'm still out here dodging don't change I drop a 20 20 been same color as
the raisin Luis for the park 30 with me and made me take it 3 5 a 1 in the wood
I had to face and my crib slapping like the card guess that's why they raided me
when I was selling double had a couple piece that stay with me $10,000 in the
day you can't make a G 200 a gram and I'm stiff you gotta come to me it's all
hustle ain't no look I'm a hold and my new BJ baby daddy can't fuck with me
GRI and the heart that shit stuck with [C#] me
[F] _ _ [N] _