Hunnit dolla hiccup chords and lyrics - ARMANI CAESAR

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[Verse 1]
[F]Uh-[G] hu[F]h[G][F]
A.c. Is [G]the motherfuckin' diva (yeah)
[F]Y'all know what the fuck goin' on,
ayo
I'm screamin', "Fuck [G]bitches" (fuck bitches)

[Verse 2]
[G]
"Titty- fuck bitches" (fuck bitches)
[F]I'm up, bitches, No Doze, what,
bitches? (Come on)
Pearl handle [Fdim]thirty, [Bdim]yeah,
boom[G]s in t[F]he cut
Snooze if you want, when I do's,
it gets done, it's a- (woo)
It's that real [G](uh- huh), pussy
stay mad still
[F]I just light up your ave' and pop
me an Advil (uh- huh)
It's Louis 'stead of Goose now,
hundred [G]dollar [F]hiccups (yeah)
They say I got the juice now,
like I'm Mark Bishop (grrah)
My only competition starin' at me
in the mirror [Bdim](what up?)
Mama [F]told me not to grow up fast,
I ain't wanna hear it (man, I don't wanna hear it)
Got a team of bad bitches (uh- huh), when they [G]pass,
get the shivers [F](what else?)
Cut it back, get the scissors,
when the cash get delivered [G](ha)
Don't catch feelings,
I catch flights [F](I catch flights)
I don't chase niggas,
and no type (nah, no type)
You the ho type,
[G]I'm the dough [F]type (uh- huh)
Murder scene, C's killin' all the shit
y'all ghostwrite, huh (haha)
Chain where the titties be (titties be),
[G]bag where the bli[F]cky be (uh- huh)
On some chill shit,
but this MAC on a killin' spree (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I ain't the hottest out, is you kiddin' me?
(Ah, is you [G]kiddin' me? )
Fuck- bitches wanna [F]click with [G]me (The Butcher [F]comin',
nigga)
'Cause they really scared to be my
enemy (yeah, yeah, woo)

[Verse 3]
I've been nice [F]since
Vogues and [G]flat tops
Maurice Malone and crack rock
When will [F]all of this cap stop?
I didn't bring this ghetto to
slapbox (no)
Rappers gon' fold,
[G]like laptops (laptops)
I represent for all the have-
nots (have- nots)
[F]Coaches don't jump with the
mascots (uh- uh)
I just pick who take the last
shot (last shot)
Two hundred grand on a [G]coffee table
Covered it, I thought we lost the table
Get a strip [F]and get some raw for sale
I'ma tell you how a boss'll tell you
Don, I'm feeling like a [G]star
I remember when a nigga had it hard
as hell (hard as [F]hell)
Precious years wasted off in jail
That's a story that my
scars'll tell (ah)
Let me welcome niggas
to the ter[G]ror dome
This the jigsaw marathon
[F]Every member got carats on
(all of us)
We runnin' shit, so we share batons
West had it, passed [G]it to Conway
I got to watch how it was carried
on (I watched)
[F]Very strong, eight bar
Kept his foot on niggas' necks very long
On my turn, I em[G]barrassed y'all
But I knew that I would bury
y'all [F](I knew it)
'Mani up and the gang got her prepared
for y'all (ah)
She ain't scared of y'all

[Verse 4]
lil' niggas (uh)
[F]Fly by you in [G]the Cullinan (uh), just left
the plug [F]again (woo)
Crackheads do the runnin' man (haha), the
money runnin' in (yeah)
Couldn't fit no more inside [G]the pot,
I had to stuff it in (I had to stuff [F]'em in)
Free my nigga Woe', he five summers
in (free Big Woe')
Playin' with [G]her pussy in the
Hellcat, I'm like "Come again"
[F]She like, "I wanna go upstairs", I'm like,
"I want a hundred bricks" (hahaha)
You know I'm on [G]God time,
wrist time, brick [F]time
Southside, barbershop, parkin' lot
Fed camer[G]as outside (yeah) and they
was patient [F](they was patient)
They was waitin'
(they wanted was bad)
They was watchin' us like Everybody
Loves [G]Raymond (hahaha)
[F]My young boy hangin' out the Corvette,
sprayin'
(Brrt, bah, bah, bah, brrt, bah)
[G]ah
Griselda, Michelle, [F]West behind the wheel
And I'm in the back, stampin' Stoves on kilos,
for real ([G]for real)[F]

[Outro 1]
Stove
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