SPM - the beach house Chords by South Park Mexican

_ _ [G] Ah, [Ab] yeah, music.
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[C] Put my nigga, [C] Fleta on the beat. _ _ _
What's up?
[G] What's up, JC?
[C] _ _ [G] Man, good [C] vibes, right?
_ Here we go.
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[C] Everything's simple, fucking that ginger.
Could've played pro ball when I [Cm] got injured.
Man, I wouldn't kid ya.
I'm a [G] throw dude, got a [C] fine bitch in the [G] 602.
It's smoke [C] on the menu, I'ma get in ya.
You watch Miss America, I fuck Miss Virginia.
I'm on the verse, stand [G] on the church.
Got the [C] block hotter than your girlfriend, [G] Minerj.
I'ma [C] scrape the curves with my brand new 20s.
Walk by some mall, cut the mids, just pennies.
I'm one, two, 50.
Man, [G] I'm in the boys.
Got so [C] much heat, I can open [G] up your boys.
Fresh [C] out the county, fresh [G] like downy.
Now my mama hot, cause she ate my weed brownies.
Now she trippin', call her 911.
I'm sad cause she call me a what up ass son.
But [D] I promise it's gon' wear [Cm] off soon.
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons.
I'm on Calhoun, sometimes [G] I feel used.
Cause I [Cm] just wanna get in my crew [G] of the loon.
I'ma [C] pop the shroom, I'ma spread the [Cm] news.
I'ma get the thing smooth, SPM.
Under 50 can't lose, get the thing smooth.
On [G] my alarm, I [C] love mama [G] tattooed on my arm.
[D] Hope House Charm, got [C] diamonds in it.
I'ma fuck Missy Elliott for [Cm] one minute.
Then I'll be vintage, I [G] smoke spinach.
[C] Just like Popeye, except [G] a little different.
I [D] sell Reggie, but I smoke [C] hydroponic.
I got more brown bags, pistols, and sonic.
Man, I'm on it, I mean [G] I'm on my hustle.
Never [C] love a bitch cause I just [G] don't trust her.
Ever [C] pop the Swishin', I'ma stay a bachelor.
I'm in the kitchen, baby, cause you with my spatula.
Do what I [G] have to, on the third chapter.
Talk with my grandma, come holla [D] at ya.
Call me the greaser, [C] roach in the tweezer.
Don't fuck with that nigga cause he's a motherfuckin' killer.
Out the [G] heeler, cocaine [Cm] dealer.
Get my shit [G] off of 18 [C]-wheeler.
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers.
Nine-pack flippers, Lord, I'm a go-eat-it.
I'ma post to the [G] Postal Clack.
If [Cm] you want a jack, I got [G] something for ya.
[D] But Jimmy Ching's for the [C] beans and rice.
Jumpin' to the store, I need a 40 and some dice.
Be a wood hustler, [G] never caught sleep.
Got another case, so I gotta call my lawyer.
[C] Gotta find chick that look just like LaToya.
Send you out my [Cm] city like the Tennessee Oilers.
Can play [G] hockey, I'ma play [C] hooky.
On the mic, [G] niggas say that I'm the [C] dookie.
They tryna shoot me cause I'm [Cm] makin' movies.
Went go twice, bought ice and rubies.
I'ma eat a lube, [G] save my [C] doobies.
She in the D [G]-Club cause I bought them boobies.
I'ma take the tour, shoes are poop.
[Ab] I'ma go on vacation to Blue Lagoon.
Cause I like to [G] scuba on the island of [C] Uber.
I'ma eat a bowl of [G] boobies, I'ma play the tuba.
[C] See I'm off a [G] throne, y'all should also [C] know.
That I'm with a swan, [G] singin' pop, though.
[C] And he frozen, [G] got the one house on the ocean.
Fuckin' in the ass, do some suntan lotion.
[Cm] All in the open, where people can see.
My next door neighbor's takin' pictures of me.
I'm a powerful [G] man, I'm by the house on the [C] sand.
Bout to light and throw the [G] casket off of my [D] land.
Want my Barbie, [G] I'ma throw a party.
They want my [C] autograph, but I don't got a Sharpie.
No more Bacardi, [G] I'ma need some coffee.
[C] Bout to throw up, bitch, [G] get the fuck off me.
[C] But anyway, man, hold up, [Cm] who is you?
You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearin' blue.
But you're such a good bitch, so I [G] won't say shit.
[C] Then I saw the bitch kissin' [G] on my boy Nick.
But when he don't know, ain't gonna hurt him, though.
But [Cm] hold up, when he hear this song, he'll be swole.
Man, I'ma have to tell him that this album sucks.
[Cm] And he shouldn't buy it or even [G] listen to it once.
So [C] let it be a lesson, any girl that you meet,
take her to the store and tell her,
I'ma be the best in the team, I'ma grow 84s,
till them [G] hoes start clappin'.
[C] If you wanna jack, I [G] got somethin' for ya.
[C] But Jimmy Chang's for the [G] weeds and rice.
[C] Take her to the store, I need a 40 and some dice.
I'ma be a wood hustler, never caught sleep.
And I got another case, so I gotta call my lawyer.
Gotta find chick that look just like LaToya.
Run you out my [B] city like the Tennessee Oilers.
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