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Intro: (Wake up, Filthy!) Am/C Bm/D C/E C/E Bm/D Am/C Yeah! Am/C Bm/D C/E C/E Bm/D Am/C [Verso 1] Bm/D C#m/E D/F# We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it) Bm/D C#m/E D/F# But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red Bm/D C#m/E D/F# If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it D/F# C#m/E Bm/D My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded Bm/D C#m/E D/F# I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it D/F# C#m/E Bm/D See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy Bm/D C#m/E D/F# Thick Moroccan bitch, this my fav', I'ma go on and beat it D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Lookin' in the mirror, kiss my face, I'm too conceited Bm/D C#m/E D/F# Send a girl home, call another, dawg, I'm too slime D/F# C#m/E Bm/D She ain't wanna eat it on her first day, it's haram [Refrão] Bm/D C#m/E D/F# I don't fuck with drugs, poppin' X for the first time D/F# C#m/E Bm/D That shit kicked in, like a two-time world champ Bm/D C#m/E D/F# Booted up, that shit hit up and down, like a skate-ramp D/F# C#m/E Bm/D She vapin' in my room, that shit lit up like a glow-lamp Bm/D C#m/E D/F# Who want smoke? Okay, cool, let's they whole camp D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Big shit popper, we the ones to get your shirt damp Bm/D C#m/E D/F# Niggas try to take a nigga spot, now it's too cramped D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Up, 8AM, geekin' hard, I'm a real vamp [Ponte] Bm/D C#m/E These niggas got me fucked up, dawg, I'm too amped D/F# Mmm-mmm, make this bitch lick me like a mail stamp Bm/D D/F# Mmm-mmm, strapped up, fuck it, I'ma die lit C#m/E Too slime, posted at the crib in a snake pit Bm/D C#m/E Every time I tell you how I feel, I don't fake shit D/F# Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr Bm/D D/F# Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, okay D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Everybody got a stick, we don't run fades [Verso 2] Bm/D C#m/E D/F# We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it) Bm/D C#m/E D/F# But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red Bm/D C#m/E D/F# If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it D/F# C#m/E Bm/D My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded Bm/D C#m/E D/F# I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it D/F# C#m/E Bm/D See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy Outro Bm/D C#m/E D/F# D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Bm/D C#m/E D/F# D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Bm/D C#m/E D/F# D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Bm/D C#m/E D/F# D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Bm C#m D D/F# C#m/E Bm/D Bm C#m D D/F# C#m/E Bm/D