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Garbage Pale Kids by JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown
Garbage Pale Kids
Tuning:E A D G B E
Key:C#
Capo:no capo
Solo
[Chorus]
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B|-2------3--2-2-------5--5-------5--3----2--------3--2----------------------|
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D|----------------------------------------3-----------2-------4--------------|
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Niggas don't rap no more, they just sell clothes
So I should probably quit and start a line of bathrobes
I'm cold like Missouri, ask Siri if I'm that nigga (style)
She'll probably answer back
"Don't ask me stupid shit, my nigga"
I'm a stone-cold degenerate, working out with no membership (yeah)
I'm in LA, you wonder where the bitches went? (Where the bitches go?)
My manuscript, I can't handle it
Eat ya ass like I'm Canibus (haha)
I show up on your screen like televangelist
And they have faith that I can clap those cheeks like-
Getting Brown to your yard, need more than a milkshake
And I say I'm out here
I'm up though (I'm up though)
They wanna see me fall off, but they nuts, bro (but they nuts, bro)
I keep the custos (custos) at the front door (the front door)
We got a line around the corner for this dope flow (go)
Uh, yeah
Yeah, some of you niggas be talkin' that shit
And you spend all your life being muhfuckin' rats
Gettin' lined up ain't enough
Gettin' slapped ain't a dub, getting shot and do nothing back
Shut the fuck up with them subs
How you posting all day, but claim that you packing a MAC?
This nigga ain't in my league and ain't right in the head
We gon' pull yo' daddy out his casket (suck my dick, bitch-ass nigga)
I thought we chased yo' punk-ass off the scene
Caught the Raekwon, you should stick to the cream
Servin' these niggas like I'm Paula Dean
Blood raw, I don't what I eat
Hook shot, bitch, I think I'm Kareem
I don't believe what you say in them beats
They gave you hands and cleats, why you still postin' memes?
Why you ain't grab no beam?
This nigga still on my feed, talkin' what he should've did
Should've-could've-would've ass nigga, why the fuck you ain't it did it?
The way that you talk someone should've been missing, my boy
It ain't real, 'less you can't see that
Uh-uh
You can't be broke and over thirty
Getting your ass beat, where you sleep at, come on, bruh
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