We're blown chords and lyrics - PETEY PABLO

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[Verse 1]
[G#]yo jay what up this is dedicated to the
niggas that was down from day one
dead man dead man walking
we got a dead man walking here jesus
please what is he yelling about
oh you might [F]want to reconsider
[Am]getting [F]in the cell with this guy
[G#]He's [C#]enormous.
Can't be bigger than [G#]you.[Am][F][Dm]
[F]You might want to reconsider getting
in the cell with [Am]this guy.
He's [F]enormous.[Dm][Am]
my mind made up,
and goddam[F]mit we [Dm]blow
[E]Fuck [Am]puffin' that college ho,
sippin' overtone
I got my mind made up,
and goddam[F]mit we [Dm]blow
[E]Y '[Am]all can't touch me n[F]ow,
[Am]y 'all can't fuck with me now
[Dm]Yeah, I'm [Am]up in y 'all house,
huh, with [F]a dick in your [Am]mouth
What you know about [F]doin' these
[Dm]numbers when [Am]you come out?
Fuckin' y 'all bitch -ass [F]nig
gas with no grease
[Am]Ain't scared of cops,
we [Dm]pay in' the pol[Am]ice
Fuck what her son been say[F]in' about me,
I'm [Bb]only bein' [F]what I [Dm]was born to be
[E]A supers[Am]tar on the
death row la[F]bel like
Hamid
Thank[Am]s,
Yug, for nigga under[F]standin' [Am]me
Puttin'
B .D. in a position for
B .D. to breathe
Settin' your motherfuckin'
[F]homeboy [Dm]free
[F]Holla [Am]at me, dawg,
regardless right or wrong
Ain't nothin' but a call [Dm]away,
hit me on the horn
[Am]I'll be there to [F]settle the score
[Dm]This
[Am]Carolina [F]nigga right [Dm]here rise [E]for ya
[Am]Buck bumpin' that
Galli roll
Sippin' on
Patron
I got my mind made up,
and goddam[F]mit we [Dm]blowed[E]
[Am]Bump bumpin' that mileage ho,
sippin' over drones
I got my mind made up,
and goddam[F]mit we [Dm]blowed
Yeah, yeah, [E]yeah, yeah, [Am]left my
Escalade [Dm]down [F]there
Came [Am]out here,
jumped up in a new black
Benz
Way out here,
got me a [F]few more friends
Brother [Am]-in neck b[F]one,
what [Dm]the business here?
[E]Still tri[Am]ll, still got a h[F]ouse at the crib
Still [Am]on the house I growed up i[Dm]n
Still kickin' with [Am]my folks and them
Every time I'm here, cool,
I'm [F]just real ad[Dm]ept
[E]It's so [Am]ill at how I feel myself
And I ain't arrogant at all, dawg
[Dm]Naw, I just know I'm [Am]blessed
Fuck all that bullshit,
y 'all, I don't stress
I just sit back, [F]re lax,
and give me [Dm]that right there
[Am]Whatever that right there is,
[Dm]that right [Am]there
Therefore, no questions [Dm]asked
[Am]Nigga, I'm grown, been grown[F],
been on my [Am]own
Since I [F]was young, thir[Dm]teen years [E]old
[Am]Fuck bumpin' that garage roll,
sippin' on
Patron
I got my mind made up,
and goddam[F]mit we [Dm]blow[E]
[Am]Fuck bumpin' that garage roll,
sippin' on
Patron
I got my mind made up,
and goddam[F]mit we [Dm]blow
[E]Yeah [Am]I changed up,
[F]shit y changed up
[Am]What y 'all changed for,
[Dm]had that change up
[Am]Coppin' me [F]a barrel of [Am]buck, hit the yard
[F]Go [Dm]battle it [E]up , monster [Am]truck,
mashin' [F]on all y 'all turf
If you [Am]don't wanna get trucked,
nothin' [Dm]back to fuck
Keep [Am]your hands off shit
don't [F]be long to ya
Keep your mouth out of shit before
you [Dm]get fucked [E]up
Keep your [Am]man out of here
before your [Dm]man get touched
[Am]It ain't sugar,
you got to worry about him hittin' a muff
He on parole, hit or roll this road
The mean sticks got [Dm]a ways to go
[Am]Puff, puff, in that garage roll
Sippin' on
Patron
I got my mind made up
And goddam[F]mit we [Dm]blow
[E]Puf[Am]f, in that garage roll
Sippin' on
Patron
I got my mind made up
And goddam[F]mit we [Dm]blow[E][Am][F][Am]
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