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Family blended babies remix- Chanche the rapper
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Tabbed by: Tómas Torrini
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning: EADGBE
i'm going to call one A1 and the other just A so you won't get confused.
B.T.W. the lyrics are after the blended babies remix so no sulaiman on this one.
Bm
e|---7---|
B|---7---|
G|---7---|
D|---9---|
A|---9---|
E|---7---|
D
e|---10---|
B|---10---|
G|---11---|
D|---12---|
A|---12---|
E|---10---|
A1
e|---9---|
B|---10--|
G|---9---|
D|---11--|
A|---12--|
E|---x---|
e|---5---|
B|---5---|
G|---6---|
D|---7---|
A|---7---|
E|---5---|
[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Bm D
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
D A1
Grind all day til the fam okay
D A1
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
A Bm
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away (x2)
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Bm D
Turn the radio up and we can have a good time
D A1
Got me feeling like J.J. on Good Times
D A1
Back when Thelma had that ass, off the fam good
A Bm
My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good
Bm D
Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters
D A1
Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders
D A1
Till my pops popped me off, that was family matters
A Bm
Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping Sammy Adams
Bm D
Now I'm rollin', iPhone Stolen
D A1
Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
D A1
Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden
A Bm
Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling
Bm D
Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out
D A1
4th quarter, how you gon go and take Mike out?
D A1
Summertime Chi, I had to pull the bike out
A Bm
Riding getting nice cause it's nice out
Bm D
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
D A1
Grind all day til the fam okay
D A1
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
A Bm
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away (x2)
[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
Bm D
Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast
D A1
Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class
D A1
Sing all you want, just don't Drake on they ass
A Bm
Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass
Bm D
Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck
D A1
Tonight you could blow, tomorrow you suck
D A1
Bizarro, my carro, I borrowed from Chuck
A Bm
A new SLR and Ferrarro deluxe
Bm D
No money for the meter when I'm parkin' em
D A1
Gassed than a bitch no car with him
D A1 A Bm
Market him, tell him that he's buzzing like a game of operation with Parkinsons
Bm D
Young kid rappers, kidnappers
D A1
Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya
D A1
Will get at you, come get at you
A Bm
Wanna break ya off, Come Kit-Kat you
Bm D
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
D A1
Grind all day til the fam okay
D A1
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
A Bm
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away (x8)
Bm D D A1 D A1 A Bm
