Slay3r chords by Playboi Carti

VERSE ONE:
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Everywhere I go, I get paper (What)
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Everywhere I go, I get paper (What? Slatt, slatt)
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I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)
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Got the drum in the car, that bitch a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Get put in a box for fuckin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)
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AR in the box and it came with a laser (What? Yeah)
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I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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I fuck on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)
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I go ball on that bitch, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)
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Can't start with thе bitch, I link another one later (What)

PRE CHORUS:
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I gotta gеt it together (You dig)
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I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What)
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They tried to lock me in a kennel (What)
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I beat the case, it was simple (What)
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Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
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Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What)
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Slide through the hood, yeah (What)
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Everything good, yeah (Yeah)





CHORUS:
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Whole lotta mob shit (What)
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
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Whole lotta mob shit (What)
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
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Whole lotta mob shit (What? What)
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
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Whole lotta mob shit (What? What)
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
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What? What
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Whole lotta mob shit
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What? Let's go, let's go
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Whole lotta mob shit
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What? Let's go, let's go
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Whole lotta mob shit
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Whole lotta mob shit
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? What)


VERSE TWO:
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I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
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I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
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I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What)
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I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What)
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Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
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Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
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I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
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I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
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I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest
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Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s
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I caught a body and went on vacation
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She suckin' my dick, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)
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I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin'
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I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)
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I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm fuckin' these bitches
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I gave her some money to put in her savings (Woo, woo)
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I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
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Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)
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This nigga tried me and I left him hazy (Yeah, yeah)
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I fucked on this bitch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)


PRE CHORUS:
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I gotta get it together (You dig)
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I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What)
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They tried to lock me in a kennel (What)
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I beat the case, it was simple (What)
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Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
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Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What)
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Slide through the hood, yeah (What)
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Everything good, yeah (Yeah)





CHORUS:
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Whole lotta mob shit (What)
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
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Whole lotta mob shit (What)
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
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Whole lotta mob shit (What? What)
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
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Whole lotta mob shit (What? What)
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
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What? What? (What)
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Whole lotta mob shit (Woo, woo)
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What? Let's go, let's go
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Whole lotta mob shit
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What? Let's go, let's go
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Whole lotta mob shit
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Whole lotta mob shit
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Whole lotta mob (What), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? What)