Chords for Spm-The Beach House

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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] I'm going to have to smoke, I'm going to have to fucking talk.
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke.
[C] No damn hope, I alone quit the game.
Got married at the crack hole, [G] Teneral, South Main.
Holla if you feel me, rap like Willie.
[Cm] Got my own island like that [G] little nigga Gilly.
[C] In the Thanksgiving, fucking that ginger.
Could've played pro ball, but I got injured.
Man, I wouldn't kid ya, [G] I'm a dope dude.
Got a fine bitch in the 602.
It's [C] smoke on the media, I'ma get in ya.
You watch Miss America, I fuck Miss Virginia.
I'm on the verse, [G] said go to church.
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend, Pinerch.
[C] I'ma scrape the curves with my brand new 20s.
Go buy some more, cause to me it's just pennies.
I want to end it, [G] man I'm in a war.
[C] Got so much heat, I can [G] open up your porn.
[C] Fresh out the county, [G] fresh like bounty.
Now my mama hot cause she eat my weed brownie.
[C] Now she trippin', call her [G] 911.
I'm sad cause she called me a what a bad son.
[C] But I promise it's gonna [Cm] wear off soon.
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons.
I'm on Calhoun, [G] sometimes I feel used.
Cause I just wanna get in my crew of the loon.
[D] I'ma pop the spoon, [C] I'ma spread the news.
S-P [Cm]-M, undefeated, can't lose.
He can think smooth, [G] on my alarm.
Mama tattooed on my arm, [D] dope house charm.
[C] Six diamonds in it, I'ma fuck Missy Elliott for one minute.
Then I'll be finished, [G] I smoke spinach.
[Cm] Just like Popeye, [G] except a little different.
[D] I sell Ricky, but I [C] smoke hydroponic.
I got more brown bags, bitch, so than Sonic.
Man, I'm on it, I'm [G] eating on my hustle.
[C] Never love a bitch cause I [G] just don't trust her.
[C] I'ma pop the squesh, I'ma stay a bachelor.
I'm in the kitchen flipping cookies with my spatula.
Do what I [G] have to, on the third chapter.
Talk with my glock when I come, holla at ya.
[D] Call me the greaser, [Cm] OG in the tweezer.
Don't fuck with that nigga cause he's a [C] motherfucking killer.
Out the [G] hill, a cocaine dealer.
Get my shit off a 18 [C]-wheeler.
My niggas, niggas, are sippers.
Nine-pack flippers, boy, come on, get close.
Hit them [G] hoes, start clacking.
If you want a jack, I got something for you.
[D] The Timmy James for the [Cm] beans and rice.
Then to the store, I need a 40 and some dice.
He a wood hustler, [G] never caught sleeping.
[C] Got another case, so I [G] gotta call my lawyer.
[C] Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya.
I'ma run you by my [Cm] city like the Tennessee Oilers.
Can play [G] hockey, I'ma play hooky.
On the mic, niggas say that I'm the [Cm] dookie.
They trying to [G] shoot me cause [Ab] I'm making movies.
Went gold twice, bought ice and rubies.
I'ma eat at Loopy's, save my [C] doobies.
She in the D [G]-Club cause I bought them [D] boobies.
I'ma take the [C] tour, shoes are poor.
I'ma [Ab] go on vacation to Blue Lagoon
cause I like to [G] school on the island [C] of Uber.
I'ma eat a bowl [G] of boobies, I'ma play the tour.
[C] See, I'm off a [G] throne, but you [C] also know
that I'm with a swamp thing in [Cm] Pompidou.
And he froze it, [G] got the one house on the ocean.
Fuck it, in the ass, was used on tan [Cm] lotion.
All in the ocean, where people can see.
My next door neighbor's taking pictures of me.
I'm a powerful [G] man and I'm by the house on the [C] sand.
Bout to light and throw the [G] cash kit off of my [D] land.
Want my Barbie, [C] I'ma throw a party.
They want my autograph, but I don't got a Sharpie.
No more Bacardi, [G] I'm drunk, I need some coffee.
[Cm] I'ma throw up, bitch, [G] get the fuck off me.
[C] But anyway, man, hold up, who is you?
You ain't my girlfriend, my [G] girlfriend was wearing blue.
But you're such a good dick, so I won't say shit.
Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick.
But what 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 [G] this album sucks.
And he shouldn't bother even listening 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 pump a bunch of tea.
I'm a broke lady, froze till [G] them hoes start clacking.
[C] If you want a jack, I [G] got something for you.
[C] But Jimmy changed for [G] the weeds and rice.
[C] Send him to the store, I need a 40 and [N] some dice.
He a wood hustler, never caught sleep.
I got another case, so I gotta call my lawyer.
Gotta find chick that look just like LaToya.
Run you out [B] my city like the Tennessee Oilers.
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