Chords for Wood Wheel

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I'm up early, my nigga don't [E] stay up though after night [C#] time.
Lil' top blade, roll a hoop, move [A] the dope through the pipeline.
PMC bitch, holla at yo bitch, [E] now yo bitch on my [C#] team.
Gotta buy a lil' stinky green, [E] make somethin' with my mental [C#] scene.
Candy sweet, [C#m] a candy bitch, you lookin' at a candy [C#] boy.
I done came down mean and popped some kids [C#m] a switch on my candy [C#] toys.
We all young ghetto boys, [B] that's why we act this [C#] way.
Tryna see a million dollars, [E] hopin' these niggas don't pass [C#] today.
Broke smoke, broke choke, in time [E] broke, conservative liberal.
Left wing slangin', right wing hangin' and criminal for the civil.
In the [B] middle of [C#] reality, I'm soft, Mr.
Ritz [C#] brittle.
Knockin' over fat cats and chickens, [E] my dogs some big-time [C#] killers.
On no fancy scribble, write rippers, gotta make it think.
That's so hard, it'll break the [E] synchronicity.
Fuck it, take the drink, I [C#] fake it, blink it, pooch.
We [E] disappearin' through a shroud of doge o [C#]'clock composers.
All nighters like fogeys, [E] but bitch, I try to [C#] toast.
Rollin' Seville, grippin' my _
[C#m] steel.
Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' Mood Deal.
[C#] Put down the bill, hop on the hill.
Hop on the hill, _ bitch, I'm workin' [E] Mood Deal.
[C#] Nigga, how you feel?
[E] I feel so _
[C#] real.
Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm [E] workin' Mood Deal.
Hop on the _ [E] hill, never wanna feel.
[C#] Grippin' my steel, bitch, I'm [C#m] workin' Mood Deal.
[C#] They tellin' me [C#m] blood don't go down, but man, I just musta bring it.
These niggas ain't want no hate on their [E] tix, just for scared to [C#] sing it.
They don't know what that's all about.
They [E] don't know what that bar [C#] about.
They don't know what that candy car [B] about or smokin' that jar [C#] about.
All they know is what the fuck I [E] deal em' or what the fuck we [C#] sell em'.
Smokin' switches, woodgraining, [E] leavin' Spain, don't care, [C#] rebel em'.
Rebel em', rebel em', tell em' [E] from PA to [C#] DeBellum.
Tell em' I told em', roll em', fuckin' [E] phone em' to hell or [C#] heaven.
I just spent 60 G's [E] on a brand new L'Debris.
Black on black, fly top leg, [E] North Star, Fifth Wheel on [C#] bag.
Sometimes I feel like Lil' T when my trunk's steady hummin'.
Had to leave my bitch cause I fell in [E] love with my chrome-plated [C#] woman.
I love my Woodville grand, 84 [B] calories, that's land.
Slow down, screw dick, that's not.
[G#] Blowing on green, private stock.
Bitch, [B] I don't eat ham [C#] hocks.
Try 20 ounce Angus [C#] beef, hang a big young nigga to pass.
Big triggas got [E] big ass diamonds off in they [C#] teeth.
Fifth wheel and grill, [E] _ _
my power feel.
Bitch, I'm [C#m] working _ [C#] Woodville.
Hops on the eel, _ _ _ _ time to up my skrill.
Bitch, I'm [E] working _ [C#] Woodville.
Coming down so _ [E] free, nigga, how you [C#] feel?
My power feel, bitch, I'm [C#m] working Woodville.
[C#] _ _ Rippin' steel, nigga, [B] I'm so real.
[C#] Bitch, how you feel?
Nigga, I'm [E] working _ [C#] Woodville.
Smoking on bionic, euphonic, chronic, it's so ironic.
Sippin' [B] gin and tonic, [E] supersonic like Johnny [C#] Mnemonic.
We crash the party, piss on your beret, sip syrup like it's lemonade.
From Paris to the [G#] Palisades to the Palmenades.
Balmain, Faye, we closest to the [E] car break world to stay in this day.
That's the game we came to play, it [E] don't change, ain't a thing to say.
It's [C#] like when Don and the A-Sign, young flip from the [E] side by the blazing fire.
Trying to [C#] find me a bop with some good mops.
I know you bigot bitch, [E] know what I'm talking about.
Ain't [C#] got no time to play good, let me get a little [A#] soda through the scubs.
Bitch, didn't you know who the fuck I was?
Off in the streets [E] looking for the good stuff.
Bitch, [C#] don't fuck with a bunch of mad souls.
Bitch, try [C#] to fuck fast, I'ma [B] fuck slow.
How the [C#] fuck you gonna out fuck J-Tone?
Like telepathy, you [E] better let it go.
Getting [C#] ready for Head Doctors, show shots.
[E] Body rockers, late [C#] night dough knockers.
Gotta break us off with [E] pimping, baby, we ho-clockers.
Bitch bosses, taking no losses.
Best go ask Lil' Wee Wee.
Man, I teach [C#] Kobe Cracker, Danger Ray, about Big B.
Wee.
Baby brothers, Sweet James [E] Jones.
Guerrilla pimping at it's finest.
Leaving haters and ho [E]-hustlers behind us, [C#] rewind us.
Touch like Midas, these bitch ass niggas.
They study and bite us, could not but cite us.
Come to our [E] show and bitch niggas try to [C#] fight us.
Whole [B] niggas screaming, [C#] talk, drill niggas, us and [C#] leave.
How the fuck you gonna go to war when you bitch ass niggas ain't got no cheese?
Blowin' big deals, million dollar _ deals.
Nigga, I'm so real, bitch, [E] I'm working with me.
[C#] _ Huh, _ when the dime was found for the king, Lil' J.
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