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[Intro]
Bm9
Uh, turn,
Am9
what goes around comes around
Gmaj7
Uh, ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh,
Dmaj9 C#7
yeah
Bm9
Goes around comes around
Am9
What goes, alright, like like, uh
Gmaj7
Life goes in cycles
Dmaj9
Everything that comes around goes around,
uh
C#7
'Fore it goes down, get some ice
[Verse 1]
Bm7
Life goes in cycles,
what comes around goes around
So 'fore it goes down, nigga,
get you some icicles
Am9
Audemars before all of y'alls
Dmaj7
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch,
uh
Bm7
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Am7
Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh
Gmaj7
E.T. on the handles, uh
Dmaj7
Handlebars like a Xanax
C#7
Shammgod with the AND 1 moves
Bm7
Throw that shit 'round your neck
Am7
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick,
Gmaj7
Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Dmaj7
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
C#7
Uh, sidebar
[Verse 2]
Bm7
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Am7
Raf movin' slow like a creep
Gmaj7 Dmaj7
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
C#7 Bm7
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help it
Am7 Gmaj7
When's the last time I asked for some help that
Dmaj7
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? I couldn't get from
C#7
no
Bm7
body out, out there
Am7 Gmaj7
When's the last time I asked for some help that
Dmaj7
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody
C#7
[Chorus]
Bm7
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle
C#7
Gave you what you could handle
Bm7
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
Gmaj7
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin'
Dmaj7 C#7
Got...
[Verse 3]
Bm7
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Am7
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
Gmaj7
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
Dmaj7 C#7
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
Bm7
The diamonds is plural,
the Tiffany brooch
Am7
On my lapel, at the table,
I'm givin' a toast
Gmaj7
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Dmaj7
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
C#7
Maybe the government got nothin' to do..
.
Bm7
Maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Am7
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
Gmaj7
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Dmaj7
I'm fuckin' with Addy,
I'm watchin' my dose
C#7
24 hours like they never close
Bm7
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks,
yeah
Am7
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson,
ooh
Gmaj7
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads
Dmaj7
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
C#7
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
[Verse 4]
Bm7
From Coldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
Am7
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
Gmaj7
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
Dmaj7 C#7
My tire smokin' when I stop
Bm7
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Am7
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
Gmaj7
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
Dmaj7
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
C#7
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Bm7
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Am7
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill,
yeah
Gmaj7
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Dmaj7 C#7
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
[Chorus]
Bm7
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
D9
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
Bm7
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
Bm7
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin'
[Outro]
Dmaj7 Bm7
Got, got me fucked up
Got a million dollar bike
Am7
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up
C#7
Million dollar bike
Bm7
Got, got me fucked up
Got a million dollar bike
Am7
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up
C#7
Million dollar bike
[Intro]
| Bm9 - - - | Am9 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj9 - - C#7 |
| Bm9 - - - | Am9 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj9 - - C#7 |
Uh, turn,
what goes around comes around
Uh, ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh,
yeah
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like, uh
Life goes in cycles
Everything that comes around goes around,
uh
'Fore it goes down, get some ice
[Verse 1]
| Bm7 - - - | - - - - | Am9 - - - | Dmaj7 - - - |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
Life goes in cycles,
what comes around goes around
So 'fore it goes down, nigga,
get you some icicles
Audemars before all of y'alls
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch,
uh
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh
E.T. on the handles, uh
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND 1 moves
Throw that shit 'round your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick,
Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar
[Verse 2]
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Raf movin' slow like a creep
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help it
When's the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? I couldn't get from
no
body out, out there
When's the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody
[Chorus]
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin'
Got...
[Verse 3]
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
The diamonds is plural,
the Tiffany brooch
On my lapel, at the table,
I'm givin' a toast
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
Maybe the government got nothin' to do..
.
Maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
I'm fuckin' with Addy,
I'm watchin' my dose
24 hours like they never close
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks,
yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson,
ooh
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
[Verse 4]
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
From Coldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
My tire smokin' when I stop
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill,
yeah
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
[Chorus]
| Bm7 | Am7 | Gmaj7 | D9 |
| Bm7 | Am7 | Bm7 |
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin'
[Outro]
| Dmaj7 - - - |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
| Bm7 - - - | Am7 - - - | Gmaj7 - - - | Dmaj7 - - C#7 |
Got, got me fucked up
Got a million dollar bike
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got a million dollar bike
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
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