Preacher On A Sunday Morning Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em][C][G]
[Em]Kilk[C]a, kills m[G]ania
[Em]Get used to this one
[C]"Crack"[G]
[Em]Scotty
Oh yeah I'm back on that [C]shit
[G]And I say right about now New York Cit[A]y

[Verse 2]
[Em]They say is life and death,
there's no future fronting
I see a mac and a tec
keeping duz coming
Coka
Joe is a fake Cartagegna
[Am]Nice with the hands better
with the banger
Guns I'm no [Em]stranger
Keep an A.K when I battle probably throw
a fake nigga parade. I'm known!
But who gives a fuck I don't care
Don't [Am]lead them let
the welfare feed them
Niggas had me [Em]thinking that
Joey is fucked up!
Skiddles with the
maybachs banging rooftops
Life sucks for you maybe the Jew is crazy
In the stay [Am]pieces to death

[Verse 3]
thanks to who baby
[C][Chorus:]
Stay [G]cleaned up on a preacher on a [Em]Sunday morning,
[C]I got cak[G]e but I need more ice and[Em] all
I [G]say [C]off[G] the streets I'm a symphony,
[Em]niggas want my sympathy presiding official remedy
[C]Stay cle[G]aned up on a preacher
on a [Am]Sunday morn[A]ing

[Verse 4]
[Em]King of New york, King of New York,
but we don't ever see these niggas up in New York
Can anybody tell me where is San Tropez
All these so called [Am]killers try
their best to dress gay
[Em]Everybody beefing it's the same old day
All these mix- tape rappers
now want to claim king
Everybody saying they are bringing
New York back
But we the only [Am]niggas you pitch back
[Em]the back(crack!)
You hear the echo,
son of a nesto I'll let the tec blow
You should feel sky plenty like pistol,
fuck a [Am]phone call I barely got a whistle

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 5]
[Chorus:] Coka, there's no one [Em]harder
Get off your knees get
a job at the Carter
Throw a banks and invite
your friends
You guaran[Am]tee to see a couple of ends
See [Em]I've been getting money since
who knows when
These other niggas just all
pretend
You've been bamboozled
diz duzu say thugs
Love at Madis[Am]on Square
they givin' group hugs
Now let me [Em]take you to
the streets of darkness
Where I keep your favorite M.C. underneath
my armpit the bronze kid
I'm only speaking the truth
Shit, look what [Am]these streets
May cologilua do

[Outro 1]
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