Chords for NBA YoungBoy - Hi Haters (official video)

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Hey
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_ [A] Swear to my guys
I [Bm] _ _ _
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[Bm] _ it [A] to another [Bm] day.
I'm blessed [A] so I can I [Bm] complain
Hey one thing [F#m] they could [B] say
Hey, thank you
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[A] Okay, _ [Bm] _ let's mess [A] me with the [Bm] case now I push it up behind you [A] but
I can't [Bm] just feel a place bitch finish [A] saying honestly stop [Bm] violence, but don't add up to my name
No, no, [F#m] I'm praying I bust a brand I thought [Bm] you disrespect the game
I'm [A] gonna continue with the ignorant [Bm] shit cuz I'm aware of the man
I pray [A] five times a day [Bm] name another Christian do the same and I [F#m] gotta thank the Lord for [Bm] my kids
I forgot smart on that [F#m] beat nigga trying to get me [Bm] cross my wig behind this boy that we [F#m] beat
Hope you don't got you coming [Bm] in here putting me up here on big [F#m] come say sure.
Look I won't see
[Em] I'll be less than to [Am] my money.
They don't [Bm] want no problems _
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Let me out the case and hit [F#m] us miss me with them case
[Bm] Now I push it up behind the [F#m] day, but they are trying to [Bm] play the bitch up in his [A] face _ [Bm] _ My problems
_ And [A] I'll be up [Bm] late when I sleep no excuses at [F#m] all
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[Bm] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ I'm on stream and my shades they blessed, they ain't [Bm] read man
I'm better try one [F#m] out and open the can on [B] these fools
[E] E and E [A] defense and I'm in my band's [Bm] on them dudes
My only shit left in [F#m] me got the same view as my [Bm] house way to cool
Gotta keep that [F#m] stick inside my pants like [Bm] a baboon
They know I'm not the friend that I want to be and I hate all of you
Watch my [F#m] nails, so the boys and girls [Bm] on top of my, go to hell
They don't [A] hate no man, hope you con [Bm] can't prevail
They want beef got em [A] waiting on me cause I know they [Bm] probably on call at 12
Cant be looking up the niggas [A] don't even [Bm] look up to they 12
Don't set your self up for the [A] fail
[F#m] They don't hate no man, hope you con can't prevail
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[Bm] I'm kicking up with eggs on [F#m] you, I'm two eggs on you
[E] I'm staying grooving on you all, nigga, [A] believe that
[Bm] I'm slapping, talking [F#m] _
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_ _ _ _ _ my glasses
_ _ _ _ _ How many pairs you got in here?
_ _ _ Shit, _ I got a lot more upstairs
I had to come down here so Jay could have more space
I _ _ _ _ _ need a jacket though to put on so we can go outside
_ Let the dog loose the rest from me
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[Em] Thank you for being my friend
[Bm] Big pants made it [Em] look
I came out with all that dumb shit
Throw that Glock up on me, we [Bm] ain't worried, get your [Em] head split
Big bank out, I got [Bm] money, watch your hand, [Em] bitch
Diamond shining like a [Bm] motherfucker on that [Em] hit shit
Pulling up with four, no, I ain't [G] never worried about these bitches, [Em] nigga
Got choppers in the Glock line, nigga, right now [Bm] we gon' split [Em] that nigga
And I'm rolling like right now
Throw a B.O. in, I'm a big old nigga, I'm B.O.B., I'm a big old bro
[Bm] These little bitches, nigga, I'ma kill [Em] you, nigga
Hit the top down, baby, that girl keep tweaking, she gon' smoke on those
You can run up on [G] me, nigga, like I ain't got my post
[C#m] I feel like that I'm the biggest flex of of all time
She [F] sing them hundreds in my pocket, [G#] now she [C#m] on me, nah
I got big money on my phone so [G#] I can't talk right now
I [E] gotta keep my ass on point, it could [G#] go down right [C#m] now
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[A] _ I'm trying to hide behind a girl, [B] these diamonds [C#m] shining got me nervous, oh
[Bm] _ _ [C#m] I hope these niggas don't try to play me right now, it's gon' be a mess
I got that three-dollar [A] AP
I got that three-dollar AP
I got that three-dollar AP
I got that three-dollar AP
I got that three-dollar AP
[C#] Cherry out on fours, make em' [D#m] see
[E] I turn up on the O's when [F#] I pull up on the scene
Ain't [E] worried about [F#m] these niggas
Cause I'm strapped up with that [G#] bang, whatchu mean
[F#m] Real thing, yeah, [C#m] load up, we gon slide
Look at my bitch, she tatted [A] it from toes all across her ass
And [G#m] I got [C#m] Mylène and my guns, [F#] baby
That's [G#] why I want my guns
_ _ _ [F#] Nah, [N] I'm fucking wit you
Probably out on a leave, for real
Nah, not at all Say stop
Hey, _ _ Roy Jones son.
Yeah, yeah.
I ain't give a fuck who you here say.
You could be in your prime.
You ain't whoopin' Roy in they prime son.
That's strictly like this son, Roy Jones.
The best he get, bitch.
_ _ _ _ You could debate all day on it.
You could say Butterbean, you could say Muhammad.
_ Hey, I respect you, but man.
You ain't fuckin' with John.
Butterbean had the mitts, dog.
Yeah, I ain't.
Butterbean had the mitts on him, dog.
Hey, I wish we could go back [F#] in time.
Man, bitch, we put Roy in his prime.
Put Butter in his prime.
Oh, God, yeah, yeah.
He gon' go down.
PTs, come on. _ _