CHEAT CODE 创作者：
Chevy Woods
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调：D minor

Verse 1
Gm Gm 
 
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
Gm Gm 
 
Eb Eb 
 
Been on this
Gm Gm 
 
run so long,
think I got the cheat code
She got that top, she got that look,
she got that deep throat
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
She said she wanna give her heart to me
Gotta put that money first,
not sorry, that's just how it be
F F 
 
Gm Gm 
 
Been on this run so long,
they think I got the cheat code
She got that top, she got that look,
she got that deep throat
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
She said she wanna give her heart to me
Gotta put that money first,
not sorry, that's just how it be
F F 
 
Gm Gm 
 
Look, I  don't need no bad vibe
You can't be trippin',
never know when it's your last time
Had to get back
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
cause I was down on my last dime
You ain't no starter,
boy, you only get it when it's trash time
F F 
 
Gm Gm 
 
Look, I ain't perfect
She want that Birkin
I know she just wanna ride the wave,
she see me surfin'
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
I  pray for all of this I tried to call it quits
Like, fuck that, I'm too fly
Now I'm back on my shit,
F F 
 
Gm Gm 
 
they gon' re  member me
It ain't no bitchin' me,
coke price is high as fuck now
It ain't no tenneke,
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
I  had to cut her off, kept askin'
When you gon' send for me?
She want that life like every night
Don't need that energy,
Gm Gm 
 
been on this run so long,
they think I got the cheat code
She got that top, she got that look,
she got that deep throat
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
She said she wanna give her heart to me
Gotta put that money first,
not sorry, that's just how it be
F F 
 
Gm Gm 
 
Been on this run so long,
they think I got the cheat code
She got that top, she got that look,
F F 
 
she got that deep throat
Eb Eb 
 
She said she wanna give her heart to me
Gotta put that money first,
not sorry, that's just how it...
Gm Gm 
 
Look, I'ma need that back end first,
gotta keep my business straight
We drink McQueen now,
spend some dinner tastin'
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
He wanna be  down, he'll just send away
He told on the whole squad,
that nigga's silt is fake
F F 
 
Gm Gm 
 
I  never get jealous about no nigga
runnin' them bands up
Felt like I was gettin' arrested,
she said, put your hands up
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
That's my lil' shorty, baby,
got that, whoa, whoa
They tried to get me outta here,
but I can't go
Gm Gm 
 
I dug that fair time,
they tryna stop my shine
Just from the looks,
I know it's blow up like a landmine
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
I  threw them diamonds on my body,
now I'm frosty
If you my dog, then you my dog,
and please don't crush me
Gm Gm 
 
Been on this run so long,
they think I got the cheat code
She got that top, she got that look,
F F 
 
she got that deep throat
Eb Eb 
 
She said she wanna give her heart to me
Gotta put that money first,
Gm Gm 
 
Eb Eb 
 
not sorry, that's just how it be
Gm Gm 
 
Been on this run so long,
they think I got the cheat code
She got that top, she got that look,
she got that deep throat
F F 
 
Eb Eb 
 
She said she wanna give her heart to me
Gotta put that money first,