Woah

Tom:
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Bend her over, then I murk her
Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin
           F
"Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your verses
E
I be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses"
             Am
I can't even lie, you ain't my type
You ain't even all that fine in person
            F
I can guarantee you if you my kind
E
She got every bag you can imagine
         Am
Big house, I can really be braggin'
Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happenin'?"
            F
Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin'
E
He ain't me, you can keep the comparisons
        Am
My bitch probably one of the baddest
Good girl, turned her into a savage
         F
Dispatch, got a problem in traffic
E
We came through in matching G-Wagens
        Am
Low-key, I've been keeping it classy
Could be really out here doin' 'em nasty
            F
Niggas couldn't even see me in last year
E
Just started and them niggas in last gear
        Am
I ain't even try to and I passed 'em
Giving looks, I contribute to fashion
       F
Drop a song, I be giving them captions
E
Stand alone, not your regular rapper

[Chorus]
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Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
F                  E
You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
Am
See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
F                  E                                   Am
Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
                                      F
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
          E                                      Am
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah

[Próxima Parte]
                                            F
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
        E                                      Am
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
                                                        F
I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell 'em to go
E                                                              Am
She hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the road
She know how I get when I get in that mode
                                            F
Ain't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buying no clothes
                   E
Wanna do shows and make me some songs
                                       Am
Make sure that other shit come in, get sold
We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles
                                        F
We play with our money and not with our nose
                    E
I used to go to the West to get loads
                                      Am
I just came back from the West with a trophy
I'm on some more shit
She said she miss it and sendin' emojis
           F
No time to kick it, I'm always in motion
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Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions
            Am
I'm on that back-when-I slept-on-the-floor shit
I'm on that me-and-the-bro-kick-a-door shit
            F
I'm on that back-when-I-stood-at-the-stove shit
E
Ain't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shit
           Am
I'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope it
I know one thing, I'm never gon' be hopeless
                F
If you tell 'em what was said, you a rodent
E
Drive the new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
                                            F
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
        E
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it

[Próxima Parte]
                                            F
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
        E                                      Am    F E
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah