Five Degrees Chords

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Hook: B A G/F# Worry 'bout yourself, baby, I'll be good B I just wanna die in peace tonight A G* You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood B Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight A Everybody cold where I come from G/F# Cut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up B A G* Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle And a pocket full of numbers Verse: B A Don't stutter, slang from the gutter G/F# Got bang for ya' butter Got my name from my mother B A No other, shinin' thru' the shutter G* Say she over me Whatever, 'cause she underneath my cover B A Bet you wish you had my flow G/F# I know I'm dope, I could ask your hoe B A Bet you wish you got me mad G* You don't, you won't, not never Stop blowin' up my phone Interlude: Yo, run that shit back for me Hook: B A G/F# Worry 'bout yourself, baby, I'll be good B I just wanna die in peace tonight A G* You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood B Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight A Everybody cold where I come from G/F# Cut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up B A G* Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle And a pocket full of numbers