Chords for Ridin' N' Da Chevy

Here fool order from us back in the studio with the pollen Lord if I'm a school star boy
It even was my nigga juice in this motherfucker.
What's up?
Yeah?
I know what time it do with a ride in the Chevy part 2
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_ _ Think greatest is we smoking paper bright and they get it sprayed
They conceal every color I get every time I make one of some coaches that I come with it
Smoking on [D] the damn more than a horse at a 35
I've been a malibu the moon on the black table that's early in hell
I know some say no no no I can't live without it every time I play
[Gm] I want to shout about it, but these [F] niggas give me when there's all they wanna do
Talking fuck up, but they still wanna get fucked up.
He's a damn fool
So I be like watching you go down more every single day while I ride clean drop top and me
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_ _ Scoping these niggas out on the next because I [Bbm] know that they whole asses pushing them pounds
[F] They put my whole self looking up my mail, so I gotta close them down
They got niggas around with much of the road bus their crew not scare fucking up my damn business
I call to the triple since we catch some chicken prepare upon the amount that they brought us the weekend
They reckon up any of sex I brought up my niggas we polished the trigger
So I figure it's time for the jack pause took the cell back who took the room in front
My nigga mom took out the window with the bumper [G] pump
I started dropping niggas running into the pumpkin [Eb] lot
And if you saw the truth said it back though he grabbed out a pound of crop my nigga
God bless that dumb niggas we miss from on the roof
Paul in it with the [F] take and the best he blessed and bitches and grabbed the loot
They vice was better all over the cut you drove up on the smoke now.
We got plenty maybe 10 week on this airplane
We are so there's no survivors.
Yes, they're better all over the place.
We built a smith that looked out in the fucking Chevrolet
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_ _ _ [F] _ _ Got my mind click
_ Perkin jerk they got me straight tripping dipping through the greens you so clean Paul
You so mean a nigga drunk as hell liquor flowing through my blood stream
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