Chords for Rae Sremmurd ft. Kodak Black - Real Chill (Official Video)

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[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Not a big one _
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Yeah, my homie the real deal they big watch I don't feel like being seen yeah
Yeah, nigga slim Jim in this motherfucker with [E] a big grip bitch [Bb] nigga get a grip
I can't get a grip made him flip walk in on a cat's [G] like nurse
Yeah, you better put that ass to work [Bb] and a nigga hold the cam like big diamonds in my mouth when I burp
Big wheels when I skirt whoa leave my prints in the dirt.
Yeah, leave them bro.
Niggas hurt
I'm a nigga fuck you heard a young nigga.
So super a cool _ _
_ _ _ Yeah, Frank Lucas with a grill grill body home on a chill
You must have seen a nigga skills pockets fat uncle Phil
Oh, yeah, girl, something like we might will all the ladies loved him.
Hey
_ For real my homies the real deal _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Oh
_ _ They gave me a chill pill because I was
They know I [B] would kill bill.
[Bb] I walk around with this deal.
I'm still on the pills
Do I spit that real shit?
I call it real spills.
I need like 10 mil
I need to put my mama in a big crush.
She be telling me baby boy.
Don't steal
I ain't listen to her cuz I still still
When snapping and put some rats in my grill
No weapons a lot.
I brought my scrap in his deal
All I smoke is now it's gonna blast in your ear man.
Oh, I asked the cloud
I'm on a new atmosphere got a hold my niggas down until they get back here _
Come over here cuz you would get clap here _
My homies the real deal
smoking I _
_ _ _ _ _ Feel real the paper flow is there not a big one is here _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The real deal smoking I _
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_ _ _ _ Never wanna see
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Being games with a girl and her friend her friend
I got dressed left the crib set the [E] tree.
That's [Bb] right.
If you ask me it off _
It's a funny mud in my cup needs a cleanse
I can't even cruise because I got a spoiler Hit the store, buy the store, let's not loiter
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank _ The club promoter says, wait, Lee, you off
of the chain _ My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill
kill _ _ _ _ _ [B] It feel real, [Bb] the paper flowin' still, now
that vigga wanna chill _ _ _ _ _ _
My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill kill
_ _ _ _ It feel real, the paper flowin' still, now that vigga wanna chill _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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