We Ball chords by Meek Mill
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro: Meek Mill: Am Yeah! C RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe Am All the fallen soldiers F G Scooter, Truce Verse 1: Meek Mill:
Am
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
F
In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him
G Am
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
F G
Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
Am
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
F
But now they all bustin' U-ies its gon' cost 'em
G Am
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
F G
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
Am
So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
F G
We've been at the clearport ballin'
Am
I just want to see my niggas flossin'
F G
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
Am
If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
F G
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
Am
My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
F G
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Am
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
F G
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Am
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
F G
Cause this the type of money'll get your lined up
Bridge: Meek Mill:
Am
And I can't trust nobody
F G Am
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
F G Am
They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout it
F G Am
Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model
F G
I hope the Lord got us
Verse 2: Young Thug:
Am
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
F G
Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate
Am
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
F G
Kicking shi t with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
Am F
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
G Am
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
F
Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough\
G
And I'm going through stuff
Am
I don't feel no love
F
And I shake your body and you still wake up
G Am
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
F G
The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone
Am
I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static
F G
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
Am
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
F G
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
Am
I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
F G
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
Am
You can't question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
F G
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
Am
SRT the challengers
C F
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
G Am
And I'm leaning like a project banister
C F G
I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy
Outro: Young Thug:
Am F
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
G Am
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
F
Fuck it, we ball
G
For all the soldiers we lost
Am
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
F G
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Am
She just got a nose job and it wasn't that bad (fuck it, we ball)
F G
I was juggin' round the city, I came back
Am F
Fuck it, we ball
G
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Am
Tear down the mall, yeah
F
Fuck it, we ball
G Am F G
Tear down the mall, ayy Last updated:
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