Bitches N Marijuana Chords - Chris Brown & Tyga

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Chris Brown] Em F#m G G F#m Em You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em. Em F#m G G F#m Em Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana Em F#m G G F#m Em I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Em F#m G G F#m Em Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana Em F#m G I got 'em, I got 'em G F#m Em Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free Em F#m G I got 'em, I got 'em G F#m Em Got bitches and marijuana [

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Tyga] Em F#m G T-ballin', globetrotter G F#m Em Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter Em F#m G Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire G F#m Em I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter Em F#m G Nah, walk with me, yeah, talk to me G F#m Em That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me Em F#m G She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me G F#m Em I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie Em F#m G Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies G F#m Em Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi Em F#m G I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing G F#m Em I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi Em F#m G Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga G F#m Em I'mma knock that pussy out, fight night nigga G F#m Em I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga G F#m Em All bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas, yeah [

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Chris Brown] Em F#m G Pull up, got the fat sack G F#m Em With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats Em F#m G Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it G F#m Em She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, yack Em F#m G Loud pack, give me all of that G F#m Em Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped Em F#m G Black mask, duffel bag and a hundred racks G F#m Em I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at Me nigga Em F#m G It's right here G F#m Em Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga Em F#m G Hell yeah G F#m Em You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga Em F#m G I own it while you living on a lease nigga G F#m Em I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga Em F#m G I smoke it by the pound, what you talking 'bout? G F#m Em I dick your bitch down then I walk it out [

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ScHoolboy Q] Em F#m G Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys G F#m Em Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies Em F#m G Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram Hot damn G F#m Em Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve Em F#m G Rollie do no ticky, do the blingy, I spending hundreds, all the fifties G F#m Em Em F#m G Word around the city I'm that niggy, but this month I made a milli G F#m Em Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly Man, bitch you looking silly Em F#m G Uh, why you broke? Go get a check G F#m Em Uh, and when you fly, who need a jet? She wanna move out to the west Em F#m G She want them diamonds on her neck G F#m Em And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star, huh? Em F#m G And get the keys to the car huh G F#m Em And wanna lick on every scar huh Em F#m G My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now Right now G F#m Em Who got the weed right now, right now? [

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