let it sing chords and lyrics - KEVIN GATES

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Nigga won't tell me, talkin'
'bout some
You twenty percent more in it
(who's that?)
Nigga you control the wheel then

[Verse 2]
Flexed [Am]up, Billy Jean, yes-uh,
everything
everything
She don't trust a nigga,
nigga I don't trust a [Em]wedding ring
[Am]Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh,
everything
everything
She don't trust a nigga,
nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin' bada-boom,
yappa goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see,
Aretha Franklin, [Em]let it sing
[Am]Yappa goin' bada-boom,
yappa goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see,
Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 3]
Sip out the canister, [Am]rollin' up cannabis
I'm not per[Em]mitted to [Am]cross into Canada
Fired my manager,
Robert Horry in the game
Switch place, story [Em]stay the same
[Am]Bail came in the mail, [Em]bust it down,
[Am]you would think I'm Tory Lanez
Broke prayin' for a whole thang,
shot the TECs and a load came
Flex on 'em like I'm Billy, bought a new hip,
then told her "hit me"
Tryna get next to me like I'm Tristan,
you think I'm really 'bout to let you [Em]get me?
You think [Am]I'm really 'bout
to let you bill it?
You think you really 'posed
to get a Bentley?
All you do is stalk other ho's pages,
you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
Keep it professional when
you DM me
You know your sister be all in my business,
copyin' everythin' that I de[Em]livered
[Am]TMZ I'm fightin' with Dreka
We cannot do this in front
of the children
Lovin' this shit, she gon' go get a pistol,
know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
How could you leave me?

[Verse 4]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, [Am]yes-uh,
everything
everything
She don't trust a nigga,
nigga I don't trust a wed[Em]ding ring
[Am]Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh,
everything
everything
She don't trust a nigga,
nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin' bada-boom,
yappa goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see,
Aretha Franklin, let [Em]it sing
[Am]Yappa goin' bada-boom,
yappa goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see,
Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 5]
Cookin' up, let me [Am]do what I want,
gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon' launch
In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the
addi and daddy gon' punch
[Em]Crunch [Am]time, gotta count in the clutch,
[Em]bust down, not the [Am]ho with the blunt
Breakin' open a pipe, pourin' dope in the cup,
partner bought it, 'bout to open it up
Big Body, doors openin' up,
big Jamaican unloadin' the truck
Big weight 'bout to go in the trunk,
bad bitch, give me brain in the [Em]trunk
Just jug[Am]g, four M in a month,
two-fifty book book a show, I'ma come
Cappin' like they got more than us,
matter of fact, I just ordered up
Shopliftin', they recorded us,
'member back on the MARTA bus
I could remember you treatin' me shitty back
then 'cause I wasn't important enough
[Em]Straight from the back[Am], how I'm grippin' the bitch,
throwin' dick in her [Em]kid ney, she [Am]ballin' up
In the mirror I glisten', the button ignition,
the engine go RAH, when I start it up

[Verse 6]
Flexed [Am]up, Billy Jean, yes-uh,
everything
everything
She don't trust a nigga,
nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh,
everything
everything
She don't trust a nigga,
nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin' bada-boom,
yappa goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see,
Aretha Franklin, let [Em]it sing
[Am]Yappa goin' bada-boom,
yappa goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see,
Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 7]
Ay, [Am]forgive me if I'm not energetic and
hunky dory around this bitch
When I got a motherfuckin'
GPS monitor strapped to my leg
When I got a motherfuckin' P.O. tellin'
me I can go travel to spend money
But I can't travel to make money
You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic,
you heard me?
When I got these fuckin' [Em]dick suck[Am]ers on my
motherfuckin' [Am]back 24 hours a day
Playin' wit' me, you heard me?
And now you fuckin' playin' wit' me