Chords for Trav Money X Drowzy B X Kdot2x “42” - Last Friday Night (Official Video)

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Trav Money X Drowzy B X Kdot2x “42” - Last Friday Night (Official Video) chords
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Okay, [Db] can you not scream?
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[Db] I ain't hear nothing, yes it's true, been on the news, bro, all they gon' [Ebm] do is cap up in the booth
Try to fit at that damn nigga funeral, pass me the [Bbm] E, I'll win it, time to clock out
Niggas gon' be amazed, I done [C] seen a whole flick of that nigga, that body'll [Db] cover
Do this, say, natty, thot, thot, thot
Call him like he's got a pulse, say, E with the dot
Creep, creep, [F] rock up my Bentley, put a [Ebm] shake of shit off the cap, you not dropping a force
Roll up the [Bbm] dotty, mix it with the natty
You know Osa got tattoo and zombie, you niggas looking for me, come and [Db] find me
Fuck body, I roll a B-dot, nigga walk for the pistol and blow out his heart
Through the hill, I'm trying to catch a [Eb] M, it's like 42 shots around
I'm trying to [Ebm] sack him, but fuck outta O, let it blow
[F] CTD get shot through the coat
Keep a [Ab] knock every word that I go like, natty, you was lacking with a fucking [Db] pulse
They tell me that dumb nigga ride up the steps every word that I go, niggas know I'm a vet
Natty [E] bopping, I'm punching my hip in that heat, I got [Fm] his short type in my hood
E-dot, natty, dot on my split, Charlie, [B] Luke, I kick to the shit
I suck what I [Am] say, niggas suck my dick, see the O in the [Db] V and I flip it with my whip
Niggas say turn to rap and not get back, stay with the max, we hopping out the Maybach
Said he's spinning my block, didn't say that, he put the dot to his band, that's a head tap
I'm bout to [Ebm] act up, bitch, I'ma spray that, nigga, [Bbm] natty, when I do not miss you
Like what's up with the glisten, [Db] I ain't go cap in the booth, but now your buzzword missing
Nigga, natty, I die by the pull, in the heat, I got hit, they got fame now
Run up on me, I do you like Noah, I'm stuffing and [Ebm] sniffing calcium, brains out
Niggas sacrificing all their brothers, I smoke in the [Bbm] dead, I roll me up another
Bitch, I'm chunky, put that on my [Bb] mother, I catch when I'm shinin', like she going [F] under
[Gm] I be on the shot, like this, everything die, God, like God
Natty, mad, the [Eb] force running the city, if I get your O, [Gm] bullets make him get jiggy
Quarter, call it O, throw 120, I'm back out the choppin' and get your nitty
Fuck a hundred, I need [Abm] me a million, [Gm] natty, bop it, we do not get jiggy
Spin the hill, niggas know [Bb] we get lit, and let's fuck all the talk, and nigga, get a whip
O-O-O-Okay, let's play, don't wanna knuckle up, so we shot him in the face
Talk a [C] hop, but they know how we play, cause it's 42 weights to end a nigga [Eb] day
Ayo, touch, don't suck my dick, [Bb] keep choking on thing, but you never got back
23 year olds, I [C] don't skip like a bitch, niggas diss you like Natti, should've been a pack
D-D wish he [Ebm] was dead again, but what am I for, that boy [D] would've went with him
Niggas think it's a [Fm] dumb nigga, going if that boy didn't diss, he wouldn't [Gm] be a soul
Don't run like them, [Bb] don't trip, n-n-natty boppin' some punch [D] in my hip
Hit with this, nigga, I put in this, bitch, like damn, why you ain't just take a lick?
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Okay, [Db] can you not scream?
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[Ebm] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ I ain't hear nothing, yes it's true, been on the news, bro, all they gon' [Ebm] do is cap up in the booth
Try to fit at that damn nigga funeral, pass me the [Bbm] E, I'll win it, time to clock out
Niggas gon' be amazed, I done [C] seen a whole flick of that nigga, that body'll [Db] cover
Do this, say, natty, thot, thot, thot
Call him like he's got a pulse, say, E with the dot
Creep, creep, [F] rock up my Bentley, put a [Ebm] shake of shit off the cap, you not dropping a force
Roll up the [Bbm] dotty, mix it with the natty
You know Osa got tattoo and zombie, you niggas looking for me, come and [Db] find me
Fuck body, I roll a B-dot, nigga walk for the pistol and blow out his heart
Through the hill, I'm trying to catch a [Eb] M, it's like 42 shots around
I'm trying to [Ebm] sack him, but fuck outta O, let it blow
[F] CTD get shot through the coat
Keep a [Ab] knock every word that I go like, natty, you was lacking with a fucking [Db] pulse
They tell me that dumb nigga ride up the steps every word that I go, niggas know I'm a vet
Natty [E] bopping, I'm punching my hip in that heat, I got [Fm] his short type in my hood
E-dot, natty, dot on my split, Charlie, [B] Luke, I kick to the shit
I suck what I [Am] say, niggas suck my dick, see the O in the [Db] V and I flip it with my whip
Niggas say turn to rap and not get back, stay with the max, we hopping out the Maybach
Said he's spinning my block, didn't say that, he put the dot to his band, that's a head tap
I'm bout to [Ebm] act up, bitch, I'ma spray that, nigga, [Bbm] natty, when I do not miss you
Like what's up with the glisten, [Db] I ain't go cap in the booth, but now your buzzword missing
Nigga, natty, I die by the pull, in the heat, I got hit, they got fame now
Run up on me, I do you like Noah, I'm stuffing and [Ebm] sniffing calcium, brains out
Niggas sacrificing all their brothers, I smoke in the [Bbm] dead, I roll me up another
Bitch, I'm chunky, put that on my [Bb] mother, I catch when I'm shinin', like she going [F] under
[Gm] I be on the shot, like this, everything die, God, like God
Natty, mad, the [Eb] force running the city, if I get your O, [Gm] bullets make him get jiggy
Quarter, call it O, throw 120, I'm back out the choppin' and get your nitty
Fuck a hundred, I need [Abm] me a million, [Gm] natty, bop it, we do not get jiggy
Spin the hill, niggas know [Bb] we get lit, and let's fuck all the talk, and nigga, get a whip
O-O-O-Okay, let's play, don't wanna knuckle up, so we shot him in the face
Talk a [C] hop, but they know how we play, cause it's 42 weights to end a nigga [Eb] day
Ayo, touch, don't suck my dick, [Bb] keep choking on thing, but you never got back
23 year olds, I [C] don't skip like a bitch, niggas diss you like Natti, should've been a pack
D-D wish he [Ebm] was dead again, but what am I for, that boy [D] would've went with him
Niggas think it's a [Fm] dumb nigga, going if that boy didn't diss, he wouldn't [Gm] be a soul
Don't run like them, [Bb] don't trip, n-n-natty boppin' some punch [D] in my hip
Hit with this, nigga, I put in this, bitch, like damn, why you ain't just take a lick? _ _