Matte Black

$uicideBoy$

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  • Bbm
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Tono:
Bbm (You did good Slick)
Ab (It's a Smash!)
Bbm A Bbm Ab
Bbm Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Ab Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
Fm I got the Glock in my yoga pants Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
Ab Swangin' that K' with an open stance Loaded from smoking that opium
Bbm Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in All of my walls, they closing in
Ab 51/50, They tryna come get me Just minding my business and moseying
Bbm Matte black, smokin' packs Panic attacks, back to back
Ab Xanax on my lap, debating, should I relapse?
Bm But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Ab Pimping up in my blood, what's up 'cause? Thuggin' that dirty South
Bbm Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Ab Three fingers in the air, main
Fm bitch by my side
Bbm Slicky pull up in a quartеr mill' and slaughter up your daughter
Ab Yung Jesus with thеm Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water
Bbm Anytime, any place, any hood, any state
Ab Fm Good till it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fucking face
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Bbm Ridin' with my baby sage, lines on expensive plates
F Fm Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased
Bbm Poet when I'm spitting game (Game) Show me how that pussy shaved (Shaved)
Ab Dosage climbin' with my shame (Shame)
Fm Mama crying for my pain (Pain)
Bbm Will they ever understand? (No) Can I even help my dad? (No)
Ab Money fuckin' up my fam', giving until there's nothing left
Bbm Pulling up in that latest (Damn!) Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands
Ab Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends
Fm Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans
Bbm I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans Went to my hood and I copped some land
Ab Blowing through my money like Democrats
F Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax
Bbm Why the fuck you look to me for help? There ain't an ace in the cards I
Fm was dealt I'm 31, still don't know how to take
Bbm care of myself Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt
Fm Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Bbm Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, Ion' know
Ab F There's a fine line between me and you
Bbm The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and probably puke
Ab Dodge and juke all the bullshit
F y'all try and pull me through
Bbm But I'm still shining, baby girl wylin'
Ab Catch me riding by with that look
Fm in my eyes
Bbm Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm gripping my. 9
Ab Yeah, I'm always on my toes, but I'm still the same height
Bbm Standing tall over my grave Make sure it's filled with all the
Ab people we supposedly saved
Fm Make sure you throw the plaques in
Bbm and all the money we made I can't put them on my wall, that
Ab shit just ain't my taste
Abm Fm It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste!
Bbm Lil Shawty wanna marry me, I said: You're better off in debt
Ab If it didn't work out baby, I'll
Fm be real hard to forget
Bbm German whips and private jets, private beaches to access
Ab Fuck on me baby, I'm still a mess
Bbm and no that ain't a threat I ride for my family that's Grey59
Ab Try and be all I can be and not
Bbm waste my time On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind
Ab Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind
Eb Bbm Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Ab Three fingers in the air
Ab Three fingers in the air
Eb Bbm Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Ab Three fingers in the air, m-
Ab Three fingers in the air, main
Eb Bbm I ride for my family that's Grey59
Eb Bbm I ride for my family that's Grey59 Try and be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time Try and be all I can be and I waste my time
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Composición: Aristos Petrou y Scott Arceneaux Jr.

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