Arm and hammer: accordi di
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates

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Tonalità: C# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Am
Box of soda,
red and gold (red and gold)
Bb
Am
Arm and hammer (Arm and
Hammer)
Do the microwave and stove
Bb
arm and hammer
Am
Trap girl on my phone
Bb
She like, "What's the matter?"
Am
(What's the matter)
Going hard just ran out of
Bb
Arm and Hammer
Am
She like bae I'm at the store
Bb
Am
What you want? You should know,
Bb
sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
Am
With a scale I'm going hammer
Bb
Am
Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin
Bb
burglar bars and cameras
Verse 2
Am
Phone charging in my Monte Carlo
Bb
Am
Pull up to the trap while on
the phone with Jamarlo
Percielago, new Camaro open
full throttle
Bb
Am
Buying pints, check the seal,
it's a full bottle
Bb
BWA, Bread Winners Association
In my trap on the couch like
my leg's broke
Am
Bb
Catching sells,
F
Bb
Am
ain't no way I could be dead broke
Let him in, shut the burglar,
Bb
lock the deadbolt
Nigga try I got that iron,
make your head smoke
Kitchen or whipping can't
be like whatchamacallit
Work be fucking retauded
That's what my customers call it
Am
Grabbed two houses they jumped
to like sixty eight by they self
Bb
Am
Straight out the pot to the bag,
Verse 3
they both weigh seventy wet
Am
Box of soda,
red and gold (red and gold)
Bb
Am
Arm and hammer (Arm and
Hammer)
Do the microwave and stove
Bb
arm and hammer
Am
Trap girl on my phone
Bb
She like, "What's the matter?"
Am
(What's the matter)
Going hard just ran out of
Bb
Arm and Hammer
Am
She like bae I'm at the store
Bb
Am
What you want? You should know,
Bb
sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
Am
With a scale I'm going hammer
Bb
Am
Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin
Bb
burglar bars and cameras
Verse 4
Am
Broke a block down to rocks
Bb
Slowly picking my weight up
Am
In the drop selling ounces
Bb
If you want weight you can wait up
Am
Ain't been asleep in 3 days
Bb
My nickname should be Stay Up
Am
Fuck the club and the mall,
Bb
right now I'm stacking my cake up
Fuck you hoes I could jack off,
I don't play break up to make up
You other niggas had your turn you play
your face then get ate up
Am
(Don't wanna get killed)
Don't make us,
Bb
send you straight to your maker
Am
Bought my paper, my paper,
Bb
might step out on occasion
Just heard Tyiesha getting married
Am
Bb
Here's a congratulations
Invited me on vacation,
reception out in Jamaica
Am
Quarterback that play in Dallas,
Bb
tear it up, Troy Aikman
Am
In a world of bad bitches,
Bb
don't pass them by the car hating
Verse 5
Bb
Am
Box of soda,
red and gold (red and gold)
Bb
Am
Arm and hammer (Arm and
Hammer)
Do the microwave and stove
Bb
arm and hammer
Am
Trap girl on my phone
Bb
She like, "What's the matter?"
Am
(What's the matter)
Going hard just ran out of
Bb
Arm and Hammer
Am
She like bae I'm at the store
Bb
Am
What you want? You should know,
Bb
sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
Am
With a scale I'm going hammer
Bb
Am
Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin
Bb
Am
Bb
Am
burglar bars and
Outro 1
cameras
Bb
Am
Bb
Am
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