Move Around chords by Key Glock

🎸 Intro:
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(PVLACE)
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(ADHD)
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Yeah
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(What's up, DeeDot)


🎸 Chorus:
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Ayy, if I can't get you, nigga, I'ma get your mans (Buh)
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Yeah, hood rich nigga, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Yeah)
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Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Yeah, I'm ten toes down, fuck around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah)
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Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't fuckin' with you clowns
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Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (Racks)
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Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around
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Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around

VERSE ONE:
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Yeah, my racks too big (Phew)
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Uh, I've been ballin' out, baby, I was born to win (Swish)
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Yeah, and I remember when I had made my first ten (Phew)
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Okay, yep, I remember when I had made my first ten (Phew)
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They was hatin' on the kid, they still be hatin' on the kid (Yeah)
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But fuck them little ass boys, I pop big shit, I do it big (Pop)
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Yep, I be poppin' shit, got niggas dead and in the pen' (Yeah)
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Yep, I used to ride a Huffy now I got all kind of shit (Skrrt)
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All kind of bitches on my dick
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Ayy, I don't trust these dog hoes, all these bitches sluts (Sluts)
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She might look good on IG, but I swear that bitch ain't nothin' (Ain't shit)
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And if the beef ain't 'bout the money then that shit ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
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'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's gon' get that shit done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)



🎸 Chorus:
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If I can't get you, nigga, I'ma get your mans (Grah)
F#m
Yeah, hood rich nigga, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Yeah)
F#m
Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Yeah)
F#m
Yeah, I'm ten toes down, fuck around, get put in the ground (Yeah)
F#m
Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't fuckin' with you clowns
F#m
Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (On racks, yeah)
F#m
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around
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Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (The fuck)

VERSE TWO:
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Yeah, chopper hit you, make you do the Charlie Brown (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Chopper hit you, make you do the Charlie Brown, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Chopper hit you, turn your smile into a frown, zah, zah (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
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Diamonds hittin', diamonds dancin' like James Brown (Ooh, bling)
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Yeah, I'm young and rich, and I'm Black and I'm proud (And I'm proud)
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Yeah, I got them racks and them straps on me now (On me now)
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Yeah, you say it's up, well, it's goin' down (It's goin' down)
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Yeah, you say it's up, well (What), it's goin' down (Buh, buh, buh)



🎸 Chorus:
F#m
Ayy, if I can't get you, nigga, I'ma get your mans (I got 'em)
F#m
Yeah, hood rich nigga, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Skrrt)
F#m
Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Buh)
F#m
Yeah, I'm ten toes down, fuck around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F#m
Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't fuckin' with you clowns
F#m
Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (Racks)
F#m
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (Yeah)
F#m
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (The fuck)

🎸 Outro:
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Nigga
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Nigga
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah