Grippy chords by Cash Cobain

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Intro:

N.C.
(Gvrlnd!, I'm rockin' with this one)
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She like my kick game
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And when you me, you don't kick game
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I put her front row at the Knick game
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Now she in my phone with a nickname
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It's, it's, it's, hmm (mmm)
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Grippy
Yeah
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Grippy, huh
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Grippy, I call her that 'cause it's grippy

Verse 1:
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She thick in the hips, she a hippie
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And she thick in the lips, she gon' lick me
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And she sendin' a flick when she hit me
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With a kissy emoji, she miss me
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When she see me, she say she gon' strip me
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She gon' chew on this stick like it's Wrigley's
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Mm, yeah, believe it or not like Ripley's
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She said she was gay until I slayed, now she strictly d***ly
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As soon as she page, I'm on the way, and I be showin' up quickly
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On the highway, I'm doin' a hundred-and-fifty
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Like, I gotta get you up out of them Vickies, uh, like
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P***y so good, I just had an epiphany
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It's grippy and wet, you know I'm a vet, but you makin' me feel like a rookie
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How you make me tap out so swiftly?
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But I'm back for the second round victory
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I remember I saw you on Fifth Ave with your homies Sabrina and Tiffany
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I was thinkin' like, "Damn, your whole clique bad"
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But I wanted your body specifically, hmm
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Like, I'm tryna see how that glove gon' fit me, hmm
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Like, I wanna feel like I'm touchin' your kidneys, hmm
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Like, b***h, I'ma send all your kids to Disney, hmm
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I'ma pay a lil' extra, make sure they meet Mickey, hmm
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She a what? She a what? She a grippy, huh (mmm)
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She a what? She a what? She a grippy

Verse 2:
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Destiny, I'm tryna give you the best of me
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I wanna kill it like rest in peace
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Eat on that p***y like it was a recipe, like
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Shanti, I wanna make you a mommy
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You look good as a redhead, dreadhead
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Black hair, pink hair, blondie, like
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Zari, I know I be on ya body
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Not Meg Thee Stallion, but you a hottie
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You let me hit, I'ma buss ya scalotti, like damn
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Mia, I cannot wait 'til I see ya
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I cannot wait 'til I eat ya
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You got a n***a then I wanna be him, like damn
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Jada, you know I would never play ya
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Can I put you on my face, love?
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I want ya p***y now and want it later, like
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Kayla, got a body like you Wayda
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Can I put you on my face, love?
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That p***y creamy call you mash potatoes, like
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China, you got that good up vagina
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I gotta find ya
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I gotta hit one more time to remind ya, like damn
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Niyah, you the quiet, you the shy one
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I wanna, mm, nevermind love
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F**k that, I want parts of ya vagina, like damn
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Toni, I know that s**t macaroni
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I wanna be more than homies
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Gimme that p***y don't be acting phony, like
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Onny, you the opposite of boney
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Can you ride it like a pony?
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Whenever you want it mommy, you could call me, like
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TNT, I wanna have us a 3v3
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Make it a movie, DVD
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All of us got our phones on DND, like damn
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Tiq the freak, Destiny, Lexi, I got a BNB
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Polishers, like the eatery
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None of these others n***as ever seeing me

Verse 3:
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Marni, Marni, I don't wanna talk about Marni
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I don't think that I should talk about Marni
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F**k it, I'ma talk about Marni
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You piss my b***hes off like a potty
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Can't get these n***as off of your body
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I wanna put it all in your body
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Wanna get in ya draws 'til my d**k is soft, now my d**k is off in ya body
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I got that different talk
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If a n***a say that he don't want you then he get gizz lotti, like damn
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Mm-mh
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mm-mh
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Jess, we could make a mess, tss
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I got something I must confess, tss
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I wanna see you get undressed, for sure
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I'm 'bout to send you my address
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Mmm-mmm-mmm, mm-mh, oh, mmm-mmm
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And when in doubt, got me figured out, can't forget about
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Millie, I wanna f**k your body 'til you dizzy
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Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty
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I'm about to call your phone so come get with me
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Know you don't drink, can you sip me?
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I want your face, you so pretty, I got a thing for your titties
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I wanna eat your body like a ten piece, damn
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Like a ten-piece McNugget, baby, for sure (yeah)

Outro:
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For sure
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For sure
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(Repeat loop to fade)