Tom: C major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
C
Bet
my bottom dollar that
You would make my father go
He'd say your name then he'd
Verse 2
So clean but they'd do you dirty
F
G
Am
I'm mad for being flirty with you
Verse 3
G
Heard from a bird that you
F
You're nothing but trouble
Verse 4
G
Heard from a bird that you
F
You're nothing but trouble
Verse 5
G
But I like how low you lay
'Cause I like the way you
Verse 6
G
Heard from a bird that you
F
You're nothing but trouble
Trouble
Verse 7
C
And I'm still picking up the rubble
from my last quake
And I was sitting on the shadow
coming from my last break
F
Had to take a second look,
then a third, then etcetera
He said, "Don't let your
eyes get ahead of ya"
He called me out
C
And I was blushing like Russians
up in the snow
Said, "I'm sorry,
made my way to the dough"
Verse 8
He said, "No"
F
G
F
You fly love, I'ma call you my thug
They gon' call me that thug
C
Like, hope plain and simple,
we would meet every week or two
Light up the reefer tinted window,
G
I like his meaner demeanor,
it doesn't mean our
G
right place, right time, right?
Verse 9
hated by my father, but
Loved by a daughter you could father
A birdie said you was rough
Might break me up like I was what
G
Am
you put in the dutch, but
Verse 10
'Cause I like the way you
G
Heard from a bird that you,
F
you're nothing but trouble
Verse 11
G
But I like how low you lay
'Cause I like the way you
G
Heard from a bird that you,
you're nothing but
F
Verse 12
C
Bet my bottom dollar that
Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
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