Chords for Veeze - Get Lucki (Official Music Video)

_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [Bbm] _
_ _ Yeah, yeah.
We on Duke E10, run it all times ten.
I'm four pockets Felix, that [F] bitch got bad lip Felix.
[Bbm] Skulls all on my brand new Wrigs, I'm [Fm] tryna make em feel [Bbm] vintage.
I'm a run up in the city, these niggas scared of real attention.
Yeah he gang, but he ain't gang, girl I [Fm] wouldn't split my [Bbm] pill with him.
These niggas dumb ass, steal the stack, he was tryna make a meal with em.
When I call you 20, yo, I was my eyes, I promise I ain't gonna spend with you.
I hit the stuff, I'm a run up in the city, these niggas scared of real attention. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] I hit _ [Bbm] the close, the special dough, you ain't need know it though.
I went flat, Bros, how many times can I [Fm] tell, cause I ain't sure.
[Bbm] I'm such a fucking rockstar, man.
It's wrist and all my clothes.
They gang, it's time that I'm responsible for y'all that haunt me.
These niggas good at it, they ain't never thuggin', [Fm] think they can tell on me.
I'm sent first class with dope in my bag, [F] they sayin' I smell funny.
[Bbm] I don't give them the game itself, on camera I need me a bill bonus.
CBF.W, my [F] young niggas shakin' some [Bbm] 10k that's playin' money, I'll buy your bass
some 5 pints, we drink juniors, 5 pumpin' 8 or
some I spread some in blue, hun, look like I'm
neighborhood chump Shit, I'll be back in the morning, niggas
just tell me I'm what you wanted You know these bags is strong, you break it
by, you bust it open Think I need to hang up posters where the
reward, my swag was stolen He wanted to split it good, I put up and served
him a half-o-bra Slept $20, skinny pants, I call that a Harriet
Tubman, my bitch be mad when I hit that hoe, no
[F] cack, cause she [Db] ain't nothin' I'm poppin' my shit like [Fm] baby, cause this
outfit [F] 3600 I'll follow the [Db] club like so many killers,
that bitch be scared to touch [Bbm] me Give me some head, get lucky
Give me some head, get lucky Give me some head, get lucky, you bitch
Give me some head, get lucky Give me some head, get lucky
_ [F] _ [Bbm] Yeah, yeah, give me some head, get lucky Give me some, yeah, yeah
I want your friend, your buddy Girl, I know y'all do sex for money
Now a lot of shit feel like a movie scene, I'm fuckin' it sweaty and muggy
I get low control, forget who I am, [F] I'm thinkin' I'm Justin [Bbm] Timberlake
I tell I can zip out all his bags, that nigga wasn't payin' attention
I'm makin' these charts for the city, I'm really the hardest nigga
I'm dressin' my items, I'm a pop star from the Grammy
These niggas all broke, they crashin', I'm gettin' to a hotman family
This bitch ain't caught a big lie, though, about [Bb] rippin' it off the plaster
Give me some head, get lucky [Fm] Bitch, give me some head, get lucky
Ho, yeah, give me some head, get lucky Bitch, give me some head, get lucky
Bitch, give me some [Bbm] head, get lucky
Give me some head, get lucky
CBF.W
Y'all niggas shakin' some _
_ [Fm] Gang, gang, gang _ _ _ _
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