Аккорды к песне ​Erica Banks — On They Neck (feat. Bruised Soundtrack)

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whole song: C#m D  
 
Bitch please 
OG Parker 
 
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Hard when I step, know i’m steppin’ where they neck go 
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Flyin’ private, yeah, i’m everywhere the check   Go (Gone) 
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The only reason haters talk is ‘cause we let those 
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But she keep talkin’ crazy ima cock it back and let go 
        C#m 
She get smoked out (Gone) 
        D 
She get smoked out (Bitch) 
        C#m 
She get smoked out (Huh) 
          D 
Bring the dope out (On god) 
        C#m 
She get smoked out (Yeah) 
        D 
She get smoked out (Huh) 
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If she ain’t know it then, bitch you know it now (On god) 
 
Dripped out like hot sauce 
Playin’, she can get pound on 
Wild bitches with the top off 
9, 10, we’ll get you knocked off 
Old hoes getting dropped off 
They don’t even meet the standards (Pussy) 
New hoes getting tooked off 
They don’t even see the camera (Huh) 
Hatin’ on me, but they nigga not 
I got a rollie now, i got a bigger box 
Runnin’ to me, got the bigger clock 
And ima bust it, then i got the bigger knots 
Wonderin’ if i should hit or not 
Fuck your friend, i want the bigger thot 
Balenci bag when I switch it out 
‘cause i’ma spend it all and ima rent it out 
 
Hard when I step, know i’m steppin’ where they neck go 
Flyin’ private, yeah, i’m everywhere the check   Go (Gone) 
The only reason haters talk is ‘cause we let those 
But she keep talkin’ crazy ima cock it back and let go 
She get smoked out (Gone) 
She get smoked out (Bitch) 
She get smoked out (Huh) 
Bring the dope out (On god) 
She get smoked out (Yeah) 
She get smoked out (Huh) 
If she ain’t know it then, bitch you know it now (On god) 
 
Rockin’, i’m rollin’, don’t   Do no patroling 
I’m high off the blunt in the room 
I got the shit with the ice and “hoe, it’s fuck the price” 
In this hoe ima stunt in this room 
I need designer, turn up that Rihanna 
I bought at the store and it comes with the shoes 
All of these bitches be all up in my business 
They takin’ the sauce and they ruin the tune 
Ride L, vibe L, put them hoes in time out 
Hoe, don’t let me find out 
All your niggas mine now 
Draped out and dripped up 
Nigga come and put your bitch up 
Nigga, you gon’ get your bitch fucked 
Know i probably keep the shit tucked 
I just went and spend 20 thousand on stilletos 
Ridin’ round the city, Nina with me in a Lambo 
Inside peanuts butter, outside yellow 
Been had all the drip, i’m not your bitch, i’ll put that shit on 
 
Hard when I step, know i’m steppin’ where they neck go 
Flyin’ private, yeah, i’m everywhere the check   Go (Gone) 
The only reason haters talk is ‘cause we let those 
But she keep talkin’ crazy ima cock it back and let go 
She get smoked out (Gone) 
She get smoked out (Bitch) 
She get smoked out (Huh) 
Bring the dope out (On God) 
She get smoked out (Yeah) 
She get smoked out (Huh) 
If she ain’t know it then, bitch you know it now (God)