Chords for Sada Baby & Drego "Bloxk Party" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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_ [C] _ [F#m] _ [Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _
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_ _ [Em] _ I just caught the bag I ain't running from the gramps
You got the internet beef you want straight to the gramps
Pussy nigga got [C] shot and he ran to the gramps If I get shot I'ma [F#m] shoot till he jam [Em] in my
hands You and your phone all day ain't making no
bands I told my little dog count it as fast as he
can As soon as he run it's off to this heat
I need that bag in your life like fuck is you saying
Like I'm that one nigga, [F#] fuck the other side Percocet and new Patek make me climb a ladder
Like how you bumming game, I got the chop on me
Ooh I got the drop on him, JJ Osan Glock on the hip
I got the sneaker then the party pocket rock on me
My baby [Am] mutual on the [F#m] side, Chris [Em] Rock play I can see the whole [F#] field right off Barlow
I know he trying to slide cause it's Carlisle
Me brick of white look like Brock Lesnar
Got testers sliding everywhere because I'm off tether
I might [Em] fuck a Cardi [F#] B, Ruchi's offset Diamonds we lit like Peace, Kuba, R.
Kelly
I might sing for the pussy just like R.
Kelly [G] I thought I'd [C] pull up to Cliff [D] Icky, I'ma [Em] change
the weather I [F#] got her out of Vicky, she won't let me let
up [Em] We been ending up the [D] wars, I swear we [Em] need
some medals I ain't never had [C] time for no arguments
Big head, shotgun, [Em] look like Lori Markin' it
Ooh I got the A.I..R. with the cartridges My Claire Roley armwear that my star get Do you believe in my dreams like a rudder bitch? Don't let em come in that door, dawg we measuring This little bitch like Keisha Cole, dawg she heaven sent Dre go lay low and get them extras then Get to preaching to you [F#] niggas like I'm Malcolm X And we got powder everywhere, just took it out the press [Em] She hit the road with my [F#] love, took it out her dress She turned me on, now I wanna do [Em] it I'm lit, [Am] in the form whip, she got a script I'ma flip the bitch, sweet chin, music Watch me kick the shit, yes I can move it I be [Em] whipping it, I will pull my [F#] gun and get ignorant I will put the party up with my dance moves [Em] I wanna take me a [F#] trip out to Cancun But I [Em] gotta sit still to this bad mood I'ma hurry, got the old [F#] Mr. Roboto If he know like I know My niggas we [Em] got those drugs with the high lows [F#] Drugs in my poncho, I been wanting big bands since a [Em] snot nose The bag is so [C] feminine, my empty hitters they see gremlins The [Em] narcs hit the box, still gon' hit the fence in my [C] Timberlands The smoke on the floor, I'll write a hell of a den [Em] The way you talk you need a show, David Letterman You ballerina, all I order is not selling dim I call my baby, whip it quickly and gotta touch my hands I know some young niggas really eating in the tin All this blood from the streets, I need to wash my hands [F#] You never know who out to get you, better [C] watch your mans [F#m] Before you [Em] get the blood change, better make a plan [F#] First night again, it wasn't in our plans Pussy told me fuck the [Em] city, bruh we want the rest [F#] Who gon' be there in the end, all this [C] shit a test [F#m] All my [Em] hard hards have still hit it the best [F#] Bitch I'm hands dark, I heard it's watching [Am] Tic Tac [F#m] _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _