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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] C Am Em D C
Nobody pray for me Am Even a day for me Em AmWaaaDaay (yeah, yeah!)
C A E D C A E D [Verse 1]
C I remember Asyrup sandwiches and crime alEmlowances Finesse a fella Ewith some counterfeits, but now I'm Ccountin' this Parmesan where Amy accountant lives; in fact, I'm Emdownin' this D'USSÃ with my Dboo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the Canalysts Girl, I can Ambuy yo' ass the world with my Empaystub Ooh, that pussy Agood, won't you sit it on my Ctaste bloods? I get way too Ampetty once you let me do the Bmextras Pull up on your Bblock, then break it down: we playin' ETetris A.M. to the P.M., P.M. Fto the A.M., Efunk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still Amride Mercedes, Emfunk FIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, Efunk N.C. E My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' Ababy in a spiralE Soprano C, we like to Akeep it on a high noteE It's levels to it, you and DI know
[Chorus]
Bitch, be humCble Sit Amdown Be humblEme Sit Gdown Be humbleC sit down (hAmol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humbleEm (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit downG Be humbleC Sit doAmwn
Be humble
Sit down and be Emhumble Bitch, sit dDown Be huCmble Sit dAown Be HumEmble Sit doDwn
[Verse 2]
CWho dat fella thinkin' that he Efrontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man) Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the SaDndman (Sandman) CGet the fuck off my Adick, that ain't right EmI make a play fucking up your Dwhole life CI'm so fuckin' sick and tired Amof the Photoshop EmShow me somethin' natural like afro on ARichard Pryor CShow me somethin' natural like ass Amwith some stretch marks B N.C. Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, Eayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she Felaborate it, Eayy This that Grey Poupon, that AEvian, that TED Talk, Eayy Watch my soul speak, Ayou let the meds Etalk
If I kill a fellaa, it won't be the alcohol, ayy I'm the realest dude after all [Chorus]
DBitch, be Chumble Sit Amdown Be hEmumble Sit dDown Be huCmble sit doAwn (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be huEmmble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit dDown C Sit dAmown Be huEmmble Sit dDown and be hCumble sit dAown Be huEmmble Sit Fdown
[Breakdown Outro]
Bitch be humbAle! Dm A Dm A D