Chords for No Genre "YRWAS" Feat. B.o.B, London Jae & Jaque Beatz (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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_ [Gb] We Jay [Eb] Young, Rich Wild N' Stupid _ _
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[Gb] _ _ [Ebm] they worry my mood like 1-2?
You got a bad bitch, wish I got one too
I work the fort with the left, lean the pot with the right
Four hundred dollars on the coupe when I come through
My mic wipe a nigga nose on DP
Plains ain't no stones in my AP
Feet kicked up, ball man, street raid me
Young, rich nigga, man, they probably why [Bb] they hate me
[B] Horn rollin' like a Polo
Through the city, all my niggas scrap like Poli
Come and get the fuck around and made me lose it
And she give me that mouth, I'm gon' abuse it
When I hate this game, but love the music
And my bitch look black, [Bm] Chinese, and cute
And she like hoes too, she so confused
New C45, hard top, I'm cruisin'
[Ebm] Foot gang, bitches in the kitchen
Cookin' fish and water, whippin'
Doin' dishes, messin' by the call of mate
Ready for whatever, couple hundred
For the best, a hoe did me like a chef
I got her made in the shade
Bitch up on the south side, 35, O drive
I told your wife, T-Burgundy, no Rolls-Type
Bought a black Sprinter for my nigga
Just to fuck a bunch of bitches, do him bad
Kick him out, call it [B] Ho-Ride
And I ain't take these bitches serious
And I don't fuck with these niggas like a hoe, no period
I don't live that life and I ain't lookin' back
Bitch, I'm playin' for the head, no screens attached
And I don't want your pussy, you can get it back
I just tryna catch and do it like a runner back
Intercept a nigga, bitch, and I'ma run her back
That's a bad man's streak, that's a [Ebm] runner, now
_ AJ Young Rich wanna stoop _ _
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_ [Eb] This is the pressure of going first
So I'll go ahead, put these hoes to work
So much bass in the beat make you go berserk
Y'all sippin' crazy, the mirror start drop-out when I graduated
But Jesus our genius when I was created
The policy [Ebm] nigga when I was a baby
[B] And I can't escape it, control or delete
You got beats, I replace them
I'm facing a dark future with a flashlight
That only shines in my past life
Just shitty beef so I add rice
What a piece of cake, it's a fat slice
So I congratulate the baker
Shake hands on the shiz that ain't in the making
Stay out my business if you ain't breaking
No bread, you just [Gb]
margarine and paper
So I [Ebm] blow my mind, I see the laser
My enemies shot, they see the taser
I keep my motor rolling like a razor
I ain't broke, I just can't afford the patience
Speed up, I just can't ignore the racing
Switch lanes, I just can't afford the traffic
Make it to my tower, I ain't trading
Lord knows I'm a train wreck in the [Bb] training
When I [B] spoke too much, I'm a quieted dating
Spree wheel, I don't think they fucking make em
Don't forget that I was giving it what I'm saying
Don't say too much, I'm much a waster
You don't never give a fucking to fucking face ya
Now you got shit to lose in aspiration
So much shit up in my head, even aspirated
So fucking I don't take no [Ebm] medication
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_ [Eb] feel like fuck these cricket ass police
Hanging out the window showing off my gold teeth
You ain't getting no peace, all I get is more grief
Body bag, body bag, smoke sheets
Till I got the window, all I see is dope fiends
I go beast mode, you go lean
Pistol in my pillow, [Ebm] I don't get no sleep
So [Bbm] how I fucked [D] around and caught a nosebleed
[B] Smelling like weed and wisdom
Don't know how much weed is in my system
But I do know the bitches be [Gb] tripping so hard
They need per diem
She [B] still gon' need a dinner
Her legs spread like TV antennas
Yeah, and if a nigga want beef
I bring the whole motherfucking team to dinner
[Ebm] Like bow your heads and pass the biscuits
As we get the cracking shit like mathematicians
Uncle Sam can nap your ass and snatch your Mac
After figuring economic algorithms out
Activism, how come I'm missing out?
Several dead bodies, I'm suspicious now
All this money won't bring my temper down
[Bbm] I remember being [B] kicked while I was down
Young and rich, beyond the shit
It's your bitch with the wide solid
Young and rich, beyond the shit
I bet the [Ebm] shit since my baby shower
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