Chords for Mos Def - Ms. Fat Booty (Louis Futon Remix)

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And she came with the [Bm] same type game, the type of girl giving up the face, [Dbm] cell phone, and aim.
[E] Big fan, she like [B] to catch the big things.
Jewel strip, money flip, phone flip, the sixth age.
It's Lena on the high spot, and [Db] the more the fun's.
Hat so thick that you can see it from the front.
She spot me like paparazzi.
Shot me at glancing at cat.
Woman stands with the fat booty [G] pants.
Hot ass.
And Sinead, [E] uh, where you came from?
Making red suede stuff.
[G] Curvy little makeup, [C] swims with the red box.
Jets on your frame up in sugar and spots.
The only [Bm] thing that you hate of.
I tried to [E] play it low-key, but couldn't keep it down.
Asked her to dance, and she was [G] like, yo, I'm leaving now.
An hour later, sent [E] her some Jamaica.
She slip and criss-crossed straight up.
Sang and winding her [G] waist up.
Scene.
[C] Move fence on the [E] gym for readers on the stand.
Big things [G] is in the plans.
The brother, Big [C] Moon, makes space for me to move [E] in here.
Yo, this my man, Post, baby, let me introduce.
I turn around, [C] same bird.
He was the same pretty bird, and why a pilot?
He was gonna play me for the herd.
[C] Shot gazelle, she couldn't [E] get it together.
I just played along and pretended I never met her.
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Right.
[Bm] Scene three.
Wait, you're waiting late, like [Abm] conversation in the Grimm Hall.
She's trying to be [Bm] cool, that bitch.
She's up [C] to her eyelids, the rules [E] are stylish.
She walked away smiling, saying [Bm] Gregory Isaacs.
Like, I need [E] a buffalo, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know.
You're showing me a sand [Bm] line in a tassel.
Playing [Em] Dada, sweet as [E] tap, moon burning candle.
All my other plans [G] got canceled.
Man, I smashed it like [E] a Idaho tornado.
She called me at my jail, from now I [G] can't say no.
She's in three jumps, [E] rocking a piece of a pocket piece of.
Can't be enough when I [G] ease up.
Three months [Em] ago, I feel I'm running a [E] football.
Six months ago, I know I don't really [G] need a dime.
I'm up like Texas with [E] shorty's.
I'm more than a nigga down.
I'm really trying to [G] take it down.
[C] Midnight, we hook up and go [E] at it.
Burn a slogan, let her know, sweetheart, I got the [G] habit.
She's telling me [C] commitment is something she can't [E] manage.
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was [G] magic.
God damn it.
What [C] shit is on Harrison [E] Ford's brand?
And my grandma wants an answer about my flat tour as a [G] gentry.
Next, who hit me [C] up?
What's all the reason the [E] kiddie club was a payonass?
They should play it down and lift me up.
What?
Can you believe that [G] shit, though?
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