Macaulay Culkin

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[Em]'Sup?[C][G]
[C]'Sup?
[Cm]I got my[Em] hands

[Verse 2]
on my
face like Macaulay Culkin
Gave [G]her the cig', but I left
[Gaug]her smoking
And it's the same [G]dude
[Em]Black pants, brown boots,
chest open
[F]I traveled [Cm]down the road and back [C]again,
my girl's golden (ooh)
Black [Em]man, white fam,
I feel like [Cm]Jason [C]Jordan [Cm](hoo)
I [G]play my albums front to back,
it make me feel important (right)
Apply [Em]compression when I spit
so it don't get [G]distorted
Piper [C]chap, [Cm]with the strap[G]
Fuck the [C]talk,
get the warden [G](fuck outta [Em]here)
I think I'm Rick and Morty
In the lab I [G]take precaution
Snipe 'em out, burn the body [Gaug](brrat)
Stash [G]the glock, buy the
[Em]coffin (nasty)
Just for me
Yo' style is my [C]custody
Man, I should charge a shipping fee
These rappers don't mean shit
to [Cm]me (shit to [Em]me, bruh)
Two guns (nothin'), Mulder [C]and Scully,
I'm solving mysteries [G](damn, peggy)
Feminist, pistol whip your first,
that's chivalry [Em](uh)
Sounding like my mini-mes
But But you ain't got the [F]heart
to do these evil [G]deeds
Debra [C]pack
Turn Stone Cold [Em]into Simple Steve
Where [Gaug]it at?
[Cm]Slap [C]a nigga up
Then [G]I get the cream, five buck,
six cookies (woo)
Sounding like a [Em]deal to me
Yo shit don't appeal to me (yeah)
My fans [C]going heel for me
Gots to keep it real for me
Shouldn't even be on no [Em]bills with me
These punk niggas be [C]killing me (yeah)
That wack shit [G]ain't trill to me (yeah)
Fuck y'all niggas, I take the heat
Don [Em]shit, nigga

[Outro 1]
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