Drop ya glasses chords and lyrics - IMAN SHUMPERT

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Somewhere between bein[A]g him
and being humble I made a bundle,
Jesse
[Am]White tumble
I keep [Dm]the carry tight,
[Am]it varies how they try to compare me
It's kinda scary how [C]my life
could be turned to a series
[Dm]You [Bb]see, I made [A]a mansion
out a house on the prairie
Now we own a plantation
It's crazy all [Dm]this shit that I bury
Still got [Am]my hands in the pot
that made the white man rich
Right [A]hand on a [Am]stack of
books and a pinesaw killer
With a lighter and some
Lysol spray
Feed a might all,
[A]bitch niggas get they [Am]dot
one day
[Dm]That's they bylaws,
[Am]a little under a million
Cash stashed in a drywall
Gotta air seal it, don't let bygones
be bygones
When it come to top five, I feel like
Dylon,
Dylon,
Dylon,
Dylon
In love with the sound of puttin'
[A]leather in [Am]the nylon
And oversized lips, givin' [Dm]kisses to [Am]my dick
[Bb]36 in the waist with a 40 on a clip
A laser and a light,
John
[Dm]Wickham if he diss me
Say[Am]in' they could ever
test the guard, nigga
Miss me with that shit, shit
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Just [A]give her lil' [Am]money for [Dm]the summer
[C]She just want [Am]a winner for a n***a
A check for her social
You know you gotta prove it to [Dm]her sinner,
lil' [C]mama
[Bb]Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Just give her lil' money for [Dm]the summer
[C]She just want [Am]a winner for a n***a
A check for her social
You know you gotta prove it to [C]her sinner,
lil' mama
[Am]Good and evil, right or wrong,
I can't never call it
They say the murderers are fathers
with the pretty daughters
I heard champions and men,
that's how they word, ain't it?
So how pussy turn [Dm]a nigga to [C]a alcoholic?
[Bb]I keep hands on ass that
came from they mama
And the squats from
[Dm]they functioning in [C]pumps
While [Am]they dumping in a crowd,
type of tension that she want
Roll [C]a blunt up on some brows,
she been feeling like she want
[Am]Studying her chakra, laying in the sun
[A]Heavy on [Am]the water out the way,
but never run
She don't like her legs to shake,
but can't control it when she come
All from coming over sober,
but she nasty when she drunk
I'm [A]a magic,
you [Am]just gotta get me passionate
Sweating through the satin sheets,
we gon' flip a [Dm]mattress though
[C]Put sex in [Am]the atmosphere, call her
Dr.
Papi
Smear
I'm hoping I rap it clear,
tell me how [Bb]you want it lil' [Am]mama
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Just give her a lil' money for [Dm]the summer
Uh, [C]she just want [Am]a winner for a nigga
Uh, check for her social
Know you gotta prove it to [C]a sinner,
lil' mama
[Bb]Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Just give her a money for the summer
Uh, [C]she just want [Am]a winner for a nigga
Uh, check for her social
You know you gotta [C]prove it to a sinner,

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lil' mom
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