Bora bora Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am](D J[F]
[Am][F]
[Am][F]
[Am]on t[F]he
beat so it's a banger)

[Verse 2]
All this [Am]clout shit, you chasin' that,
Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with niggas,
I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy,
seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora,
cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for
a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to
jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they
word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red,
I can't [G]find the [Am]Act'

[Verse 3]
Off a lot of pills, [Am]kissin' bitches, ew
De[F]signer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
[Am]Don't get caught with the scale,
bronem died in the field, uh
[F]We had to split our meals,
went half for hotels, [G]uh
[Am]Gotta watch your mans,
that's the beauty of the streets
[F]Look at me and my bitch,
that shit Beauty and the Beast
[Am]Never call my phone about the
opps 'cause ain't no peace
[F]Man this shit for real,
found out my homie, he police
[Am]All this

[Verse 4]
clout shit, you chasin' that,
Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with niggas,
I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy,
seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora,
cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for
a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to
jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they
word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red,
I can't find the Act'

[Verse 5]
[Am]Funeral, suit and tie,
I'll shoot for the guys
[F]Takin' shrooms on me now,
car go vroom on them now
I got [Am]groupies on me now,
I got Gucci on me now
I put [F]blood in Mashallah,
I got kufis with me now
Feel [G]like I'm [Am]dyin', I'm too high,
Pluto died in the Chi
Got me [F]ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now,
[Am]uh
Hunnid rounds on him now,
Pluto [F]died in the Chi
Pluto

[Verse 6]
All this [Am]clout shit, you chasin' that,
Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with niggas,
I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy,
seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora,
cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for
a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to
jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they
word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red,

[Outro 1]
I can't find the Act'
[F][Am]
[F][Am]
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