Chords for Rick Ross "Heavyweight" Feat. Whole Slab (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Was the [F] money good money wasn't bitches bad what they fucking good
Did you hood show [Dm] you love did the whole say you fly if your [C] friends say you know you throw your rollies in the [F] sky for?
the [Bb] trailers
_ for [F] the trailers _ _
_ As the champagne [Dm] boil in the campaign roars [C] in the light shine bright every night
They blow for [F] the [Bb] trailers see my mama cried too many
[Ebm] _ _ _
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_ _ I
Never that crossfish shit.
You can take your box of working on shit
You get up on Holy Spirit crib never 500 acres a thousand rooms nigga this nigga
Thank you to chair Holyfield must have left a belt that bitch
Got [Cm] me touching the sack.
I made my way to a key.
I'm so in love with the trap.
I bought a house cross the street
_ For the key got me living like I'm done king heavy weight.
I'm in a ring
Nigga [Ebm] ding ding _
_ _ _ Nigga ding ding _
_ _ Nick ding ding don't make me hit you cause your head Nick ding ding running [Abm] over all you think
_ [F] _ [Gb] _ _
[Cm] Nice suspended rhyme with the H _
Shit, well, I eat a trap where I stay _
Smell powder poppin Bella Rose a slash and now give a fuck what pussy nigga [Ebm] say _
_ _ Michelangelo of this trap game traded 15 bags of me before I have a pain _
Remix that 18 nice that is six
To a brick.
That's a pretty [Cm] flip _
Shout out Molly mall.
I got a few bitches
I don't get my dick suck the lessons to bitches my trap Mike Tyson nigga heavyweight _
Sleeping in the trap we open every day.
I'm [Ebm] fucking on my block.
I'm beating on my street
It's free 12 all of my ass.
They love my wall.
What last week?
Niggas know they put some body right right town, but they eat be niggas.
I
[Cm] Made _ _ my way to a key.
So in love with the trap.
I bought a house cross the street
For he got me living like I'm John King _ heavyweight.
I'm in a ring
[Ebm] Nick ding _ _ ding
_ Nick ding ding _ _ _ _ _ _ _
don't make me hit you cause your head Nick ding ding running over it all you think
[Cm] _ _
Diamonds on the pinky _ women know my dizzle _ bulletproof to Lincoln
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ Under thriller in Manila _
_ _ Balaam I surrond [Ebm] vanilla _
_ _ My cousin certified killer _
_ When he died, I know I cried a river
_ You coming go that came down from the Lord
Heaven that I hear those a case like [Cm] a fucking voice
_ _ Hallelujah mama screaming hallelujah
Pray for your son cuz mama you had you a shooter for this cocaine a standing in this cold rain
In the water with a trainer who that whole [Ebm] thing
He's a dick is that's what [D] my whole team
88 Mike [Ebm] Tyson, that's what the gold teeth _ _ heavyweight _ Don King _ Robin Gibbons
[Cm] Big I _ _ made my way to a key.
So in love with the trap.
I bought a house _ _ _
Street
He got me living like I'm John King _ heavyweight.
I'm in a ring
Nick [Ebm] ding _ ding
_ _ Nick ding ding _ _ _ _ _ _ _
don't make me hit you cause your head Nick ding ding running over it all you think
[Cm] _ _ _
_ _ What's _ _ _ _
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[F] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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the [F] money good money wasn't bitches bad what they fucking good
_ _ [Dm] _ The whole say you fly if your [C] friends say you love you throw your rollies in the [F] sky for the trailers
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] for the trailers _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] Champagne balls in the campaign was in the light shine [C] bright every night _