I Do - Edited Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Chin[E]gy, Trac[Am]k Stars dirty,
[E]Wel[D]l I got a cap[Am]rice on 24'[E]s,
I got a [D]range rover with [Am]spinners.
I got an [E]im pala with beat,
[Am]lets go.

[Verse 2]
[Am][Chorus: x2]
I do ride [E]Bentley's and [Am]coupes,
But I don't [E]give away all my [Am]loot.
Trick for us and a [E]tramp,
I [Am]won't (Iwon't)
Ride less then twenty inches
I don't (I don't)

[Verse 3]
But I [Am]do know th[E]is may be a single
When I [Am]walk my chains on so it [E]my jingle
If she [Am]give me brainzz on.
The haters know [E]were my crew
So fam[Am]ous that I can't go
[E]no wherin tha lou
[Am]You name it the mall the gas [E]station
Dem people be wait[Am]ing to see me
hop in [E]sumin
Hating all them duece duece skat[Am]ing,
Runnin it like walter [E]payton
Until you fuked it its [Am]so blatent
Fuck the paper [E]I'm savin my
[Am]bank acount is amazin.
I'm ratin [E]my self [Am]a 20 I'm takin
my self a 20
I'm doin [E]this show [Am]for
20 then holla at me this 20
About [E]money I gots ta make
[Am]Stack up a couple hundred [E]mill then take my ass a [Am]break.[E]
[Am]

[Interlude 1]
[E][Am][E][Am]
[E][Am][E][Am]
[E][Am][E]
[Am][Chorus: x2] I gotta

[Verse 4]
75[E]caprice in my yard!
[Am]A loui drop top
[E]graphics man its hard!
[Am]Custom made interior [E]dirty its the shit
[Am]Ratin' spins n spokes 24s on [E]it.
[Am]Yep gotta TV and steerin'
[E]wheels like Luda
[Am]N if you run up on me look
[E]dirty ill shoot [Am]ya
G.i.b [E]1 on my customized plates
[Am]Slide a lot bottles don't
[E]never come fake.
I'm [Am]about to hit Lillian [E]just
past [Am]Clackston
Whippin' with a piece that's
[E]better than Tony [Am]Braxtons
Ain't no right no rhythm
in with my [E]few team bumps
I [Am]got the 3 amps and [E]the
woofers in my [Am]trunk
Yeah I no you money hungry [E]hoes
want to roll [Am]with trick
You no I ride [E]nothin' less than them dub[Am]s,

[Interlude 2]
bitch
[E][Am]
[E][Am][E][Am]
[E][Am]
[E][Am][E][Am]
[E][Am][E][Am]
[E][Am]
[Chorus: x2] [E]Pretty[Am]

[Verse 5]
[Am]
honey [E]hit me, lookin' good
[Am]Right sittin' on the banks[E], lookin' good
[Am]Hundred thousand round my neck[E],
lookin' good
[Am]Cappers tryin' to run up,[E]
I know she would
[Am]I role wit

[Verse 6]
nothin' [E]but ballas
with 26's with them [Am]chrome rims.
Rims on the [E]truck make them
heffers get hypnot[Am]ized quick.
Candy colored [E]paintin' makin'
new [Am]tricks fanu's this.
Bars on my [E]tucker time [Am]to step
up into my wip.
O.G. blue [E]secrets money
makin' you [Am]foo's sick.
Us like [E]you're thurr my dirty's
flippin' some [Am]hoe bricks.
I don' give a [E]damn
If you don' give a [Am]dam n.
I'm a stunt I'm gonna [E]go an'
let us know who I [Am]am.
Cars, [E]clothes, money, [Am]ice,
[E]straps, clips, [Am]hoe's,
Dikes, magnums, [E]freaks, house, [Am]price, [E]1, point,
[Am]5, life
[E][Am][E][Am]
[E][Am]

[Verse 7]
[E][Am]
[Chorus: x2]
But I [E]do[Am]

[Outro 1]
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