Flaw Boyz chords and lyrics - JIM CROW

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[Verse 1]
[ IN[Am]TRO: Juvenile ]
What's up whodie?
This Juvenile Nino,
Cash Money Millionaire
Doin this here
My boys from the ATL, Jim Crow
And we all should say to all you playa-
hatin muthafuckas
Why'all better respect the South
We on a come- up, nigga
And we did this [G]shit for the
hoodrats, the [F]hot girls,
The hot [Am]boys, the three- time losers,
the drug- abusers
[G]I don't give a fuck what [F]you do, nigga
Stick [Am]to what you do

[Verse 2]
[ CHOR[G]US ]
It be [F]them Flaw Boyz, ????
Thinkin we was country on
some [Am]hee- hi- haw
We like Kane in the Eighties, we [G]RAW, boy
[F]Fuck around and make me come [Am]up in your jaw,
boy

[Verse 3]
[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mo ] I say no [Am]more
talk, my [G]liquor is malt
A nigga [F]never went to jail cause I
ain't [Am]never got caught
Now see it ain't my fault your boys
[G]sketched in [F]chalk
???? shoulda [Am]learned the
game that you bark
See some niggas, they make me mad
These [G]hoes, they got it bad
They ain't [F]recognize, do the [Am]math
And you will see they all bitch- made,
[G]lemonade
Grown as hell but they [F]actin
like they 8th grade
[Am]You need to play with a fu[F]ll deck
Work a [G]sweat,
break a bitch [F]an d all I want is my check
Is that bad [Am]to flex,
is your girl[F]friend nex[Am]t?
To get spiced up late night,
[F]Frapper's Delight
(Nigga, whatever you like)
[ VERSE [Am]2: Cutty Cartel ] On point

[Verse 4]
[Am]
like they droppin [G]a beat,
let's be discrete
About [F]these bullshit stories
you [Am]hear up in the street
I'm down to my last sheet,
no mo' chance [G]to roll
[F]Control everything I do,
now [Am]how 'bout you?
Me, he and even she
Who[G]ever who, no [F]debate, I can't wait
On [Am]shortie, to see what they do
When they lose it all an[G]d ball, no flaw
[F]While you lickin all off on her [Am]bra
We lickin for the cheese
in the cash [G]drawer
With the safe unlocked,
[F]over a boy that got got
[Am]And it's some foolish- ass spot,
the back of the [G]room
Not knowin that his [F]last breath
has been consumed
[Am]He done ball[G]in

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 5]
[Am][ CHORUS ]
[[G]VERSE[F][Am]
[G][F]
[Am]3: Polow ]
Ha- ha- ha [G](Yo, who the fuck
is [F]he?) Shawty Pimp
The nigga that gives [Am]a damn

[Verse 6]
'bout a be
[Am]Roaddogs run the streets,
keep a [G]beetch on a leash
Eat [F]good for the free,
Fleet[Am]wood, a Caprice
That's what we ride in,
hide in [G]from no enemy
Preacher [F]daughters freakin me,
so- called [Am]players envy me
Hennessy has the tendency to
[G]make a nigga stupid
Can't [F]whup my ass and all the
alco[Am]hol said you can do it
But you clueless thinkin that
drink make you ruthless
Now you're toothless runnin
around town lookin stupid
Cause cupid got your heart,
gave your bitch a credit card
[F]But she still fuck around with
them play[Am]ers on boulevard
I don't care how hard the sound
[G]on your record
You don't [F]want nann [Am]?? Shawty Pimp,
not one second
Huh? Not one second,
[G]bitch, not one second
[F]Now praise the Lord for these
[Am]lyrical blessing

[Verse 7]
[ VERSE 4: Juvenile ] Direct your shit [F]at
Juvenile cause
I'm the nigga that you hate
Don't [Am]try to t[F]hrow a brick from [Am]a distance,
then hide your faces
See, the places [F]that I been
[Am]you can't hang
[F]Unless I took you under my wing
and [Am]I put you in the game
Ever since I been walkin on
this [G]Converse soil
[F]Bitches been joining forces
and [Am]makin blood boil
But I'm here to [G]spoil the
[F]whole royal
??? stop [Am]??? whores from playin
[F]Over no, you [Am]must be [F]crazy, [Am]ha, [G]is ya?
[Am]Boy, liste[F]n to me when I'm
talkin before I [Am]get witcha
Whip [F]ya, rip your little dreams apart
Take that same rhyme you bought it
from me [Am]and then let it spark
Depart before your people [G]talkin
seekin vengeance
That's [F]how I'ma handle business,
fuck [Am]what's the consequences
Hittin your residence with Russi
[G]an- made instruments
Your neigh[F]bors hollerin, run,
trippin and [Am]call for the President

[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 8]
[ CHOR[G]US[F][Am]
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[F]Boy,[Am][G]
[F]we[Am][G]
[F][Am][G]
[F]be[Am]
[G][F]
[Am]serious round this shit, dirty
Ain't nobody fuck[Am]in
with the South

[Verse 9]
[ Juvenile ]
What's [F]up
[Am]The HB's done hooked up with them Jim [Am]Crows,
[G]ya heard me?
And guess [F]what, we ain't no hoes,
[Am]nig ga
CMR, ATL there's no [G]to morrow, nigga
[F]Cash Money Millionaires
[Am]in this muthafucka
My nigga be
[G]- 32
My nigga B.G. is here
My nigga Lil Wayne, [Am]my nigga Lil Turk
My nigga [G]Mannie Freezie
Fuck it, nigga
[F]Down Sou[Am]th

[Outro 1]
(Down South)
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