Chords for MC Chris - Fett's Vette (Clean Edit)

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Kuzmo says bye in my [E] DeLorean.
War is over, I'mma beat the Mandalorian.
[B] Story is tough, Star Wars is story [C] and Stephen and Faith,
but they play [E] at Benegans.
I'm renegade, showed up in a trade.
First and second offense, I won't [B] hesitate.
Got a Jebedee and Darcy got the [C] delegates.
Got something against Skywalker, some money really [E] hates.
I don't give a_
I'm at Drusillo, for all I carry.
Could be Hynna at Yoda's dojo.
[B] Gotta make the money, credit's no good.
[C] When the job is running shop in your neighborhood.
[E] This dude can cook, I got a grappling hook.
Let's make this quick, cause I'm really booked.
I'm a devious, degenerate, defender of the devil.
Shot down all the trash compactors on the detention level.
[Em] My bag packs, got checks.
Well I'm Boba, the fat.
Well [B] I bounty hunt for a job, a hunt [C] to find and my vet.
[Em] Well I chill in deep space.
A mask is over my face.
[B] Well I deliver the crowd, but I slip down my eyes.
[C] Cause for time I don't like to waste. Get down!
[E] I'm a question, reference, that enigma.
Get inside a slave one, find your home and signal.
From end [B] door to hearth, complete a spark.
I'll find [C] what you want, but that's gonna be a cost. _
[E] No, it's tight.
Still I'm acting right, yo, full of carbonite.
Got [B] telescopic sight, flame throwers on my wrist.
You still don't [C] get the gist, fight, keep the main the kit.
Talk, keep the [E] main the hit, you think I give a t***.
Your mama is a b****, I see you in the starlight pit.
[B] You just lit my switch, integrity's been tipped.
[C] You scratching on my itch, you know I shoot the kit.
[E] I got the bean and second Tina's way to lick my lucky lips.
So I let you get back inside your little spaceship.
[B] Give you a head start, cause I'm a sporting [C] kind.
Consider the start and learn to speak, you smile hot inside.
[E] Hope you have hyperdrive, ready to stay alive.
Don't try to slip me five, cause I never take a bribe.
[B] He's a beat up, a living drummer.
Baddest bounty hunter, [C] let no man put us under.
All S.A.P. put under, [E] as in six feet.
Got an imperial feed, backing me up.
Gonna blow up any attempt to defeat [B] me.
Got a desk dog, got four payments on my car.
[C] Handed over the hammerhead, and most S.A.P. are [E] used to carjacking.
He's a bar practice coach, to show how you can get back on the right [B] track.
And for me that's not an option, can't say that with more [C] clarity.
Me going legit would be like Jar Jar, once he's [Em] married.
My backpacks got chintz.
Well I'm boba, I got fat.
[B] Well I'm bounty hunt for Java Hut.
[C] To finance my bet, [Em] well I chill in.
Deep space, a mask is over my face.
[B] Well I deliver the cry, but I still narrow my eyes.
[C] Cause my time, I don't like to waste.
Get [E] down!
Make it open like a Tom Tom, faster than the Autobahn.
Or a motorbike and churn, do the deed on the [B] Lennongon.
Java has a history, fit, contact [C] Caribbean.
Overcoat the planet, fuck the politic.
It's [E] legit.
Back in the day when I was a slave.
Living life in a vaseline, like in a pod [B] race.
Mean streak, sweet, that became a baffling [C] case.
So the space apes, that place potates.
[E] Suffering of a cause, called a criminal war.
Life's not all about girls and [B] cars.
Getting fucked up and fucked up.
[E] I drive large in a Dodge with a face so scarred.
A cold black cock that's been torn apart.
The situation, they had to [Eb] do so [C] hard.
Cause it's long long ago when the far [E] far coming master.
Cause I'm faster than a fly on fire.
I no longer have to hotwire.
I'm a hunter for hire with no plans to retire.
And all the sucker MC's can't call me [Em] sly.
My backpacks got chintz.
_ _ _ Well I'm [Bm] boba, I got fat.
[C] _ _ _ Well [Em] I'm bounty hunt for Java Hut.
To finance my bet, well I chill in.
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[C] To finance my bet.
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