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Earl Sweatshirt
Earl Sweatshirt

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Tonalità: Ab major
Verse 1
F
Yeah, yeah, yeah
C
Soon as I catch the vibe tell 'em
F5
F
to fetch the hearse
F5
Shorty I'm pressin' lines
E
lifting the Lauren shirt
F
F5
E
Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
Fm
I'm in that kitchen,
F5
E
wrist water whippin' work (psych)
F
C
Nigga, I don't do that
F5
F
Niggas get bloop- blapped and blown
away
F5
E
Wessons making Mexicans
F
wetbacks like "Órale!"
Verse 2
E
Okay, I'm on to something
F
Momma should've told you it'd
F5
be days like this
E
It's just a tale from the crip
F
C
I'm on my séance shit,
F
I'm tryna make a million dollars
F5
Keep it hood while crossing
E
over on some A.I. shit
F
E
I need a foreign baby momma to
F
match a nigga model whip
F5
E
Ramona Park made me from scratch
C
A lot of lotto picks lost inside
F5
this game called rap
F
I be the underdog Bullet hit his fore
Verse 3
E
head,
F
it exit out his under arm
E
Ain't nobody bigger than my hood,
F5
my nigga, fuck a boss
E
Baby- mama killer, you offended,
C
and I fuck her raw
F5
Stretchy doing federal time for
F
busting at the law
E
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine,
F5
you play me for a pawn
F
E
Shawty, I be swimming with sharks,
your posse full of prawns
F5
E
Pistols rip his body apart,
C
now he afraid of dark alleyways
F
Niggas better listen when the pastor say
F5
Ugh,
Verse 4
E
hold on,
Fm
F5
hold on, let me hear me that
E
F5
E
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
C
It's Golf on that- , bitch,
Verse 5
F5
F
it's Golf on that ball cap
F5
E
I guzzle the tall boy,
F
Jehovah ain't call back
F5
And y'all still debating
E
over Earl music
Fm
Troops got the group nationwide
E
moving merch units crazy
F
C
F5
Peanut butter to paisley,
F
walking down the street
E
In the different color McGrady's, that
first grader was me
F
F5
E
Now my fist full of spliffs and the
old banker receipts
Fm
E
Bitches grip the stick and jerky like cold
C
shanks of the beef, dry
Verse 6
F5
I'm taking purses like
F
they chances in the evening
Pick your pants up, boy,
E
you dancing with a demon
F5
On my momma I been limiting my features,
E
filling swishers up with reefer
F5
Bitch, it's difficult to beat
E
him like a soft dick
Fm
Golf clique deep,
F5
and we don't hit the streets passive
F
F5
That nigga Sweaty got the gas an d
E
Shreddy K brought the matches
F
Pitch your body in the water like a Lipton
Verse 7
E
teabag and then
F
Switch to different fucking whip to let
E
them piggies speed past him
C
It's the rats, try and get the cheese
Fm
F
What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
E
Call me Lou, if I'm on the track,
F
these niggas skip to me
F5
E
Niggas want to fade me, bitches feel
Fm
some type of way for me
F5
50's in my pocket falling out like
Fm
fucking baby teeth
Verse 8
F5
Vince be with the rocket,
F
he gone pop it when it's danger round
E
Fingertips to tapers, now,
salute us when you face us
E
Give a fuck about the moves all
C
F
these loser niggas making now

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