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Am F C G Internet Money, bitchAm F C G Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid [Chorus]Am F Baby, come and have a blast with meC Do everything I say like yourG majestyAm Fuck with the gang and it be aF tragedyC Fuck with my shooters, they in theG back with me [Post-Chorus]Am Fuck with me baby, come get this bagF with meC Been alone for a minute, that shitG been dragging meAm Craving your love, it'sF heart-attacking meC Tryna get in that pussy, baby, thatG mac and cheese [Verse 1]Am I cannot show these bitches noF sympathyC Or these niggas, they simps andG they hella bitch to meAm F I was just fortunate, got the remedyC Fuck that bitch and then dip, I gotG them chips to receive, yeah [Chorus]Continúa después del anuncioAm F Baby, come and have a blast with meC Do everything I say like yourG majestyAm Fuck with the gang and it be aF tragedyC Fuck with my shooters, they in theG back with me (Uh) [Verse 2]Am You picked that knife up and youF stabbin' meC Wish it was a paper cut, but it's aG gash, I bleed outAm F And the way you keep harassin' meC It's a shame this the way that itG has to be, ohAm F Uh, yeah, time is of the essenceC You know damn well you bring hell, IG should call a reverendAm F Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (Uh)C G We're a mess and our life's a wreck (Hey)Am F Toxic, toxic, toxicC The most beautiful things grow oldG and start rottin'Am I should've turned away when IF found out you were demonicC Let's be honest, you're the devil'sG daughterAm F Say hey to your father, uh, he oweC me twenty dollarsG We gon' run through hell with likeAm twenty-hundred choppersF We gon' give 'em hell and I putC that on my mamaG Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas [Chorus]Am F Baby, come and have a blast with meC Do everything I say like yourG majestyAm Fuck with the gang and it be aF tragedyC Fuck with my shooters, they in theG back with me [Post-Chorus]Am Fuck with me baby, come get this bagF with meC Been alone for a minute, that shitG been dragging meAm Craving your love, it'sF heart-attacking meC Tryna get in that pussy, baby, thatG mac and cheese [Otro]Am F Gang, gang, gangC G Probably fuckin' your mamaAm Three K on my wrist like AndréF Servin' like entréeC G Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? YouAm F C G dig?