Chords for Odd Future - Orange Juice (OFWGKTA)

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So I'm guessing this question is you need a dresser huh like how we freshen our [Gb] lessons and reckon [Gm] them
Hand him tracks.
He [D] destined to [Gm] make a mess of them snapping next to records in matter of seconds check inside
Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nut fucking chin checking punks till he's out of breath and done
No, effects.
He's dope but incessant
Chillin for a while on a pile of the rest of them.
Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longest the rap
Manga rap monster Earl sweat attack conquer lose leaves niggas lost like the last block of chica that we picked up at the last
Concert, please get out.
See [C] get out see verses written with [Gm] scalp seeds to me King [Am] standing out shouting on [Gm] the balcony
How come he's not in [Am] counseling fuckers live while he's sound [Gm] asleep heard he was dope [C] this hour deep nigga was courage [Gm] cowardly
Stay gold [F] alchemy nigga.
We wraps [Gm] out the team
Team [C] is team with mouth full of [Gm] powder and a nose for [F] the chowder
He's topping up water [Gm] down to see now watching counter [Am] bodies like bitches.
We count [Gm] calories _
_ _ Viciously catches in the pile of bodies with dead bitches beat box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies
I understand that bastard was buzzing like Woody's so we get it for free
_ [D] [Dm] Take the mother [Bb] goose.
The mask was off
Down the hill then I had Jill [Gb] Jack me off harder than my dick when Taylor [Bm] Swift is [Gm] in my basement
I've been doing this _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [Gm] _ Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin
Do not give a fuck.
I got the swagger of a virgin's dick
But if I [Bb] did it will be bigger than Earl's upper lip _
[B] _ _ [Bb] I
Munch a bunch [Dm] of tacos with Waverly's favorite [Gm] word the favorite nigger
Turned into Freddy Cooper and this that raw shit that body shopped up in the sewer
From the palms [C] of Jeffrey Dahmer baby mama said the kicks [Eb] beat like the brown [Am] lip balm
That was [Gm] made for Rihanna all you fucking [C] blogging faggots yapping up that extra [Gm] shit
I shove bastard [C] down your throat regurgitate my [Gm] eskimo
Dope boys [C] fairies and Peter [Gm] like boys and berries me the scary [F] turn his white ass to a gym
Carry [Gm] twin a fucking sausage [C] fetch with you shaking niggas get [Gm] married.
There's no boys don't want beef.
They're just overweight vegetarians _
_ Fucking faggots _ _ Wolfgang
kill _ them all _ _
[F] litter [C] [Gm] life _ _ _ girl sweatshirt
_ Tyler the Creator
_ _ _ _ [Dm] Wolf Haley fucking [Gm] radical
_ _ _ Biggers murder shit.
I'm saying I'm future will get them fuck them dope faggots my niggas
Will you fuck nigga?
Your wolf pack my nigga keep you up barking and shit nigga
Because no [C] niggas doing it big.
I'm saying I'm niggas [Gm] is like 40 years.
She's doing [F] the game young niggas coming
I know [Gm] we're taking all this shit.
I'll say [Am] give me a I stop [Gm] motherfucking our future donut chain like