Let It Sing Guitar Chords by Kevin Gates

Let It Sing Guitar Chords by Kevin Gates

[Intro]
(Amin)                    (Fmaj)
Nigga won't tell me, talkin' 'bout some
(Amin)                              (Fmaj)
You twenty percent more in it (who's that?)
Nigga you control the wheel there

[Chorus]
(Amin)                             (Fmaj)
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
(Emin)                             (Fmaj)
She don't trust a nigga, nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
(Amin)                               (Fmaj)
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
(Emin)                             (Fmaj)
She don't trust a nigga, nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
(Amin)                                  (Fmaj)
Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
(Emin)                           (Fmaj)
Ray Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
(Amin)
Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
Gm                         N.(Cmaj).
Ray Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 1]
              (Amin)
Sip out the canister, rollin' up cannabis
         (Bmin)           (Emin)
I'm not permitted to cross into Canada
           (Amin)
Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
(Bmin)      (Emin)
Switch place, story stay the same
 (Amin)                                  (Bmin)         (Emin)
Bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think I'm Tory Lanez
Cm                                N.(Cmaj).
Broke prayin' for a whole thang, shot the tecs and a load came
(Amin)                                                  (Emin)
Flex on 'em like I'm Billy, bought a new hip, then told her "hit me"
           (Amin)                                                                (Bmin)
Tryna get next to me like I'm Tristan, you think I'm really 'bout to let you get me?
(Emin)              (Amin)
You think I'm really 'bout to let you bill it?
                       (Emin)
You think you really 'posed to get a Bentley?
               (Amin)                                                        (Bmin)
All you do is stalk other ho's pages, you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
(Amin)                            (Emin)
Keep it professional when you DM me
                (Amin)                                                       (Emin)
You know your sister be all in my business, copyin' everythin' that I delivered
(Amin)
TMZ I'm fightin' with Dreka
          (Emin)
We cannot do this in front of the children
             (Amin)
Lovin' this shit, she gon' go get a pistol, know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
How could you leave me?

[Chorus]
(Amin)                             (Fmaj)
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
(Emin)                             (Fmaj)
She don't trust a nigga, nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
(Amin)                               (Fmaj)
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
(Emin)                             (Fmaj)
She don't trust a nigga, nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
(Amin)                                  (Fmaj)
Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
(Emin)                           (Fmaj)
Ray Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
(Amin)
Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
Gm                         N.(Cmaj).
Ray Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 2]
        (Amin)                                                           (Emin)
Cookin' up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon' launch
    (Amin)                                                   (Cmaj)
In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon' punch
(Amin)                                      (Gmaj)     (Emin)
Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
(Cmaj)                (Amin)                                                        (Emin)
Breakin' open a pipe, pourin' dope in the cup, partner bought it, 'bout to open it up
(Amin)                                          (Emin)
Big Body, doors openin' up, big Jamaican unloadin' the truck
     (Amin)                                                               (Bmin)
Big weight 'bout to go in the trunk, bad bitch, give me brain in the trunk
      (Amin)                                        (Emin)
Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I'ma come
         (Amin)
Cappin' like they got more than us, matter of fact, I just ordered up
(Amin)                                      (Emin)
Shopliftin', they recorded us, 'member back on the motorbus
          (Amin)                                                         (Emin)
I could remember you treatin' me shitty back then 'cause I wasn't important enough
                   (Amin)                                                                 (Emin)
Straight from the back, how I'm grippin' the bitch, throwin' dick in her kidney, she ballin' up
                 (Amin)                                           (Emin)
In the mirror I glisten', the button ignition, the engine go RAH, when I start it up

[Chorus]
(Amin)                             (Fmaj)
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
(Emin)                             (Fmaj)
She don't trust a nigga, nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
(Amin)                               (Fmaj)
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
(Emin)                             (Fmaj)
She don't trust a nigga, nigga I don't trust a wedding ring
(Amin)                                  (Fmaj)
Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
(Emin)                           (Fmaj)
Ray Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
(Amin)
Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
Gm                         N.(Cmaj).
Ray Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Outro]
(Repeat till fade)
|(Amin)  (Fmaj)  (Emin) |(Amin)  (Fmaj)  (Emin)
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