Tom: C minor•
Intro 1
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Cm
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Cm
Verse 1
Cm
Fm
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring
Ab
Lotta gang, lotta bitches,
Why you claim that you rich?
That's a false claim
Ab
Cm
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style,
Cm
see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics,
I'm the middleman
Fm
Walk, talk it like a boss,
I just lift the hand
Ab
Cm
Three million cash, call me Rain Man
Money like a shower,
that's my rain dance
Cm
Fm
like it's Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your
Cm
bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He In?'
In the city love my name, nigga,
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Verse 2
Ab
Cm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
Fm
Taste, taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Verse 3
Yeah, that's cool but he ain't like me
niggas wanna fight me
Ab
Nigga, get yo ass checked
Me not icey, that's unlikely
And she gon' suck me
like a fuckin' Hi-C
Fm
Aw, Aw, chains on the neck
for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB,
Fm
the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches scream
Ab
Cm
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga AE, say,
Verse 4
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
Fm
Taste, taste, taste, she can get a taste
Ab
Cm
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
(Offset) Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the
Verse 5
Fm
plate
(drip, drip)
Cm
Diamond ice glac', niggas imitate (ice,
ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach
with the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith,
Fm
got this shit from bae
Fm
the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
Ab
The 'Rari sit in park, on Addy,
Shotgun shells, we gon' always
hit the target (blaow)
Ab
Fm
Popcorn, big shell poppin' out the cartridge
F
Fm
(pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8, Ferrari
Cm
Make her get on top of me
and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never
want depart me (no)
fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
Ab
I don't kick it with these niggas
Cm
'cause they talk about 'cha
And I got the fire, don't
make me spark it out 'cha
Ab
Keep it in my back pocket
Like the way she suck it, suck
it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the
And she got the Patek on
water moccasin
I'm rich in real life,
Fm
I get that profit, copy
Verse 6
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Ab
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Verse 7
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me
Fm
Taste, taste, LA, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland,
you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York,
do you love the taste?
Chi-Town, you you can get a taste
Ab
Taste, taste, Houston,
Cm
Taste, taste, Portland,
you can get a taste
Ab
Taste, taste, overseas,
Fm
let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Ab
G
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Outro 1
Fm
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste
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