Chords for Waka Flocka Flame - 3:30 (J. Cole Fire Squad Remix) New CDQ Dirty NO DJ
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ebm] Uh, uh, uh, niggas acting like they kings till I walk up on their thrones, take a piss,
kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings, red alert on the beam, lock her home, the
kids misdirected and the cops are wrong, men ain't writing on each other then they back
at home, acting like it never happened, backstabbing, woah, what's next, another rapper, yeah,
no flex, I'm going at your head, who the best, cut the check, close mouths never get fed,
take the food off your plate, chew it in your face, I can't hear your shit, moment of silence,
condoning the violence if you proposing a rising, fan base mad I killed they favorite
rapper, I'm still your favorite trappist's favorite trapper, fuck freestyles, kill em
with the written rhymes, and know you poke head, rappers better get in line, no subliminals,
I'm the rag getting off, your click is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss, we two
people from the bottom, we just different lanes, call I feel your pain, feel like I
was born again, this the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath, this Quran and
the bible, this the pistol and the rifle, in the sight I ignite you, it's a cold fucking
world and I'm sneezing bricks, and we got great tickets on my season shit, break them
chickens down then we season it, repress it then send it, that's a easy flip, crush my
enemies, they just envy me, now it's business entities, it was meant to be, squad life till
they sentenced me to centuries, can't get to me, I handle shit differently, we never
had shit, wonder why we looting, if he ain't got a pistol why the fuck he shooting, I think
them drug pollutants should've saved a student, but then I wouldn't be on stage giving out
the blueprint, holla at the movement, I'm about to lose it, and when I do lay it down
ain't no fucking movement, they like flock with a way EDM, saying rappers low key don't
wanna see me win, 50 down 4 first, I don't need a friend, and I don't really like your
music so I pretend, and how you gang banging after you famous, to a half of you brainless,
you rappers are aimless, you rappers are anus, I'm clapping this painless, this accurate
aiming, start dropping your names in, it's the new world order, made a dollar out of
quarter, made some dollars off of quarters, now they're shows across the borders, and
they slaughtering our daughters, and they killing all our sons, this shit ain't just
for fun, we used to put our hands up and box on the block, now you put your hands up and
get shot by a [Eb] cop, [Ab] I said first class by Donnie McClurkin, he said God got a plan, young man
keep working, I [Gb] know, block [Ebm] him, [D] Fight Squad remix man, I [F] can't rap by him [Ebm] too man, J.
Cole what's poppin' up bro, I still look for a blunt roller man, 50K or yeah man, make
sure you bring your pine brothers, you dig what I'm saying man, I got bars [D] man, I ain't
talking about prison man, [F] fuck you [Ebm] name man, Waka Flocka, [N] hey, Flocka, they hate that [C] shit
man, but they love it at the same time man, you gotta [G] respect this shit man, leader of
the new school, Waka Flocka playing man, Black Box Charlotte.
[Ebm]
kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings, red alert on the beam, lock her home, the
kids misdirected and the cops are wrong, men ain't writing on each other then they back
at home, acting like it never happened, backstabbing, woah, what's next, another rapper, yeah,
no flex, I'm going at your head, who the best, cut the check, close mouths never get fed,
take the food off your plate, chew it in your face, I can't hear your shit, moment of silence,
condoning the violence if you proposing a rising, fan base mad I killed they favorite
rapper, I'm still your favorite trappist's favorite trapper, fuck freestyles, kill em
with the written rhymes, and know you poke head, rappers better get in line, no subliminals,
I'm the rag getting off, your click is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss, we two
people from the bottom, we just different lanes, call I feel your pain, feel like I
was born again, this the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath, this Quran and
the bible, this the pistol and the rifle, in the sight I ignite you, it's a cold fucking
world and I'm sneezing bricks, and we got great tickets on my season shit, break them
chickens down then we season it, repress it then send it, that's a easy flip, crush my
enemies, they just envy me, now it's business entities, it was meant to be, squad life till
they sentenced me to centuries, can't get to me, I handle shit differently, we never
had shit, wonder why we looting, if he ain't got a pistol why the fuck he shooting, I think
them drug pollutants should've saved a student, but then I wouldn't be on stage giving out
the blueprint, holla at the movement, I'm about to lose it, and when I do lay it down
ain't no fucking movement, they like flock with a way EDM, saying rappers low key don't
wanna see me win, 50 down 4 first, I don't need a friend, and I don't really like your
music so I pretend, and how you gang banging after you famous, to a half of you brainless,
you rappers are aimless, you rappers are anus, I'm clapping this painless, this accurate
aiming, start dropping your names in, it's the new world order, made a dollar out of
quarter, made some dollars off of quarters, now they're shows across the borders, and
they slaughtering our daughters, and they killing all our sons, this shit ain't just
for fun, we used to put our hands up and box on the block, now you put your hands up and
get shot by a [Eb] cop, [Ab] I said first class by Donnie McClurkin, he said God got a plan, young man
keep working, I [Gb] know, block [Ebm] him, [D] Fight Squad remix man, I [F] can't rap by him [Ebm] too man, J.
Cole what's poppin' up bro, I still look for a blunt roller man, 50K or yeah man, make
sure you bring your pine brothers, you dig what I'm saying man, I got bars [D] man, I ain't
talking about prison man, [F] fuck you [Ebm] name man, Waka Flocka, [N] hey, Flocka, they hate that [C] shit
man, but they love it at the same time man, you gotta [G] respect this shit man, leader of
the new school, Waka Flocka playing man, Black Box Charlotte.
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[Ebm] _ _ _ Uh, _ _ uh, _ _ _ uh, _ niggas acting like they kings till I walk up on their thrones, take a piss,
kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings, red alert on the beam, lock her home, the
kids misdirected and the cops are wrong, men ain't writing on each other then they back
at home, acting like it never happened, backstabbing, woah, what's next, another rapper, yeah,
no flex, I'm going at your head, who the best, cut the check, close mouths never get fed,
take the food off your plate, chew it in your face, I can't hear your shit, moment of silence,
condoning the violence if you proposing a rising, fan base mad I killed they favorite
rapper, I'm still your favorite trappist's favorite trapper, fuck freestyles, kill em
with the written rhymes, and know you poke head, rappers better get in line, no subliminals,
I'm the rag getting off, your click is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss, we two
people from the bottom, we just different lanes, call I feel your pain, feel like I
was born again, this the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath, this Quran and
the bible, this the pistol and the rifle, in the sight I ignite you, it's a cold fucking
world and I'm sneezing bricks, and we got great tickets on my season shit, break them
chickens down then we season it, repress it then send it, that's a easy flip, crush my
enemies, they just envy me, now it's business entities, it was meant to be, squad life till
they sentenced me to centuries, can't get to me, I handle shit differently, we never
had shit, wonder why we looting, if he ain't got a pistol why the fuck he shooting, I think
them drug pollutants should've saved a student, but then I wouldn't be on stage giving out
the blueprint, holla at the movement, I'm about to lose it, and when I do lay it down
ain't no fucking movement, they like flock with a way EDM, saying rappers low key don't
wanna see me win, 50 down 4 first, I don't need a friend, and I don't really like your
music so I pretend, and how you gang banging after you famous, to a half of you brainless,
you rappers are aimless, you rappers are anus, I'm clapping this painless, this accurate
aiming, start dropping your names in, it's the new world order, made a dollar out of
quarter, made some dollars off of quarters, now they're shows across the borders, and
they slaughtering our daughters, and they killing all our sons, this shit ain't just
for fun, we used to put our hands up and box on the block, now you put your hands up and
get shot by a [Eb] cop, [Ab] I said first class by Donnie McClurkin, he said God got a plan, young man
keep working, I [Gb] know, block [Ebm] him, _ [D] Fight Squad remix man, I [F] can't rap by him [Ebm] too man, J.
Cole what's poppin' up bro, I still look for a blunt roller man, 50K or yeah man, make
sure you bring your pine brothers, you dig what I'm saying man, I got bars [D] man, I ain't
talking about prison man, [F] fuck you [Ebm] name man, Waka Flocka, [N] hey, _ Flocka, they hate that [C] shit
man, but they love it at the same time man, you gotta [G] respect this shit man, leader of
the new school, Waka Flocka playing man, Black Box Charlotte.
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kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings, red alert on the beam, lock her home, the
kids misdirected and the cops are wrong, men ain't writing on each other then they back
at home, acting like it never happened, backstabbing, woah, what's next, another rapper, yeah,
no flex, I'm going at your head, who the best, cut the check, close mouths never get fed,
take the food off your plate, chew it in your face, I can't hear your shit, moment of silence,
condoning the violence if you proposing a rising, fan base mad I killed they favorite
rapper, I'm still your favorite trappist's favorite trapper, fuck freestyles, kill em
with the written rhymes, and know you poke head, rappers better get in line, no subliminals,
I'm the rag getting off, your click is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss, we two
people from the bottom, we just different lanes, call I feel your pain, feel like I
was born again, this the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath, this Quran and
the bible, this the pistol and the rifle, in the sight I ignite you, it's a cold fucking
world and I'm sneezing bricks, and we got great tickets on my season shit, break them
chickens down then we season it, repress it then send it, that's a easy flip, crush my
enemies, they just envy me, now it's business entities, it was meant to be, squad life till
they sentenced me to centuries, can't get to me, I handle shit differently, we never
had shit, wonder why we looting, if he ain't got a pistol why the fuck he shooting, I think
them drug pollutants should've saved a student, but then I wouldn't be on stage giving out
the blueprint, holla at the movement, I'm about to lose it, and when I do lay it down
ain't no fucking movement, they like flock with a way EDM, saying rappers low key don't
wanna see me win, 50 down 4 first, I don't need a friend, and I don't really like your
music so I pretend, and how you gang banging after you famous, to a half of you brainless,
you rappers are aimless, you rappers are anus, I'm clapping this painless, this accurate
aiming, start dropping your names in, it's the new world order, made a dollar out of
quarter, made some dollars off of quarters, now they're shows across the borders, and
they slaughtering our daughters, and they killing all our sons, this shit ain't just
for fun, we used to put our hands up and box on the block, now you put your hands up and
get shot by a [Eb] cop, [Ab] I said first class by Donnie McClurkin, he said God got a plan, young man
keep working, I [Gb] know, block [Ebm] him, _ [D] Fight Squad remix man, I [F] can't rap by him [Ebm] too man, J.
Cole what's poppin' up bro, I still look for a blunt roller man, 50K or yeah man, make
sure you bring your pine brothers, you dig what I'm saying man, I got bars [D] man, I ain't
talking about prison man, [F] fuck you [Ebm] name man, Waka Flocka, [N] hey, _ Flocka, they hate that [C] shit
man, but they love it at the same time man, you gotta [G] respect this shit man, leader of
the new school, Waka Flocka playing man, Black Box Charlotte.
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