Offended

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Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, 
you offendin' me
A
I just might go 'head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick 
till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go 'head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean 
like it's chemistry
F#m      A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one 
time, they was drilling me
F#m           D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on 
killing me
F#m              Bm
Fuck 'round and lift up they soul 
like Lil Chino be wheelin'
F#m
I usually don't beg but I don't want
 the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
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Molly, my cup look like bath salt
D
And I'm too high horsed for asphalt
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Therefore I'm in clouds from day to 
dark
They say that I changed, it's the 
cash fault
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Pay everybody like a cash cow
Bm
I switch through the lanes like a 
NASCAR
D
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
F#m
I'm at Piccadilly's with your 
missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a 
chitlin, nigga
Bm
The money long like a Philly, nigga
Bm
Make me catch you slipping then it's
 Christmas, nigga
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The bulletproof can take a missile, 
nigga
I got Benji on me and he crippin' 
nigga
Bm
I done wrapped the benji in the 
city, ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the 
bity, nigga
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Put a swimming pool in the living 
room
Bm
How I'm living, nigga, I ain't 
swimming, nigga
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Only thing that me and Michael 
Phelps
Bm
Got in common is that we winning 
nigga
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Rock star lifestyle
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Your hoe's going wild

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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
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Saint Laurent shorty and totting 
that .40
D
We move through the city like BMF
A
Rocks on the chain like the rocks 
that I slang
D
Only difference them bitches, they 
VVS
F#m
I know these bitches gon' change
Bm
And fuck on whoever, whenever they 
see a check
D
If you do not fuck with the gang
F#m
Don't act like you do, when you see 
us just keep it that
F#m
Swing through your block, bring that
 sweeper back
F#m
Land on your spot where your peoples
 at
F#m
Smoke you where ever we see you at
Bm
You don't want no problem so keep at
 that
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'Fore you get your man murdered
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Hitters in the van lurking
F#m
I put bread on the beef (what you 
do)
F#m
Turn it to a hamburger
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Put that paper on the scale, nigga
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Little homies talking big money
Bm
When the wars on you'll tell, nigga
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Put a bag on your main hitta
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When them things hit 'em, that’s an 
L nigga
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So you should be home before mama 
got dinner for sale, nigga
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And that’s all I’ma tell niggas, and
 that's it

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, 
you offendin' me
A
I just might go 'head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick 
till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go 'head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean 
like it's chemistry
F#m      A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one 
time, they was drilling me
F#m           D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on 
killing me
F#m              Bm
Fuck 'round and lift up they soul 
like Lil Chino be wheelin'
F#m
I usually don't beg but I don't want
 the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
F#m
Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper 
with me, whoa
Bm
I ain't with that diss song shit, I 
been a shotta nigga, whoa
F#m
Hundred shooters with me, whoa, VVSs
 on me, whoa
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VVSs on me, bling, badaboom, 
badabing (21)
F#m
Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up 
your car shit
F#m
Put them blue tips in that cartridge
 (21)
Bm
We put them drums in them carbines 
(21)
F#m
We pull up on rappers and spark 'em 
(21)
F#m
I might take your chain if it 
sparkle (Facts)
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Street nigga really came from 
nothing (What?)
F#m
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21)
F#m
Kill a nigga then you saying 
something (What?)
You was talking, nigga, I was 
hustling (What?)
F#m
We was shooting, nigga, you was 
ducking (Whoa)
Bm
You was texting, nigga, I was 
fucking (21)
F#m
I was betting nigga, you was 
bluffing (21)
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Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching
 (Facts)
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Car foreign and my gun Russian
Bm
Sneak dissing get a concussion (21, 
21)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, 
you offendin' me
A
I just might go 'head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick 
till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go 'head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean 
like it's chemistry
F#m      A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one 
time, they was drilling me
F#m           D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on 
killing me
F#m              Bm
Fuck 'round and lift up they soul 
like Lil Chino be wheelin'
F#m
I usually don't beg but I don't want
 the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys