Mr. 17.5 chords and lyrics - YOUNG JEEZY

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
(Ay, [F]ay, ay, ay)
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New shoes on [F]the range rover[Em], good
one man [Am](vroom)
Motherfuckers acting like
I ain't supposed to shine
[F]I ain't the one,
definitely not [Em]the two [Am](nope)
One in the chamber when
we aiming at [F]you
The young Bob Barker,
the price is right
[Am]If you C.O.D. then you
could get [F]them tonight
Put the fish [Em]scale on the scale
[F]If Roy went [Am]postal,
all he do is check [F]mail (ha ha)
Low key, under the radar
Triple [Am]black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth
No [F]currency machine,
I could count it myself
Al[Am]most done,
another quarter million [F]in ones
Thunder storm in the body- tap,
look what I've done
[Am]Chump change,
I make it rain for [F]fun (whats up)
Snow man, get cha' hands [Em]up high

[Verse 2]
[Am]
It's ya' boy, [F]Mr. 17- 5
I take it back to the block[Am], back to the kitchen,
back to the pots
[F]Snow man, get cha' hands up [Em]high
[Am]It's ya' boy, Mr. [F]17- 5
I take it back to the block[Am], back to the kitchen,

[Verse 3]
back to the pots
[F]I get them bars out of the back
of my mind (that's how)
[Am]I reminisce like Mary J
Even in the [F]drought, the boy [Em]kept that yay
[Am]100 percent served, Snowman's word
[F]You can play my thug and my clientele
[Am](why)
I'm addicted to that new car [F]smell
White cookies in a [Em]plastic bag
New [Am]shoes on the coupe
with the paper tag
[F]Whole life flash right [Em]before your eyes
[Am]See the state troopers and get butterflies
[F]Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
A [Am]minute 14 and Rolex watches
[F]Somewhere in the back
of my secret deranged brain
I get [Am]a rush when I tote that [F]'cane
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters
All we [Am]fear is the discovery and
[F]inditement papers (whats up)
Snow man, get cha' hands [Em]up high

[Verse 4]
[Am]
It's ya' boy, [F]Mr. 17- 5
I take it back to the block[Am], back to the kitchen,
back to the pots
[F]Snow man, get cha' hands up high
[Am]It's ya' boy, Mr. [F]17- 5
I take it back to the block[Am], back to the kitchen,
back to the pots

[Verse 5]
I'm [F]a grown ass man,
I stand on my [Em]own [Am]two
200,000 cash,
yeah, I'm buying my own team
[F]Right to your front door,
operation so [Em]sweet
[Am]I like little dude who keeps
his money so [F]neat
But I still bury a nigga
Put [Am]The Mask on, Jim Carey a
[F]nigga (Blaou)
Swede ends in the Chevy,
got me feel[Em]in' awkward
[Am]Careful with the sweets,
don't burn my seats
[F]You could live your whole
life and not come [Em]close
[Am]Guess that's why these
rap niggas take notes
[F]Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make [Am]me I hop a nigga,
serve them with [F]the toast
Next, they be dressing [Am]like me
[F]But back [Am]in '93, they wasn't
stressing [F]like me (whats up)

[Verse 6]
Snow man, get cha' hands [Am]up high
It's ya' boy, [F]Mr. 17- 5
I take it back to the block[Am], back to the kitchen,
back to the pots
[F]Snow man, get cha' hands up high
[Am]It's ya' boy, Mr. [F]17- 5
I take it back to the block, back to [Am]the kitchen,
back [F]to the pots

[Outro 1]
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