Tones And I — Bars Rip T

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[Intro]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire


[Chorus]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire
C
Woo
F
Here I am
       C
Flyin' down the street like Superman
    C                    F
And I won't do it but my best friend can
C N.C.
I won't do it but my best friend can


[Verse 1]
         C                       F
Got them blue jeans, got them at Costco
               C
She hates that blue cheese, but loves tobasco
    C                             F
But everybody knows that I'm your boss, yo
    C
But everybody knows that I'm the boss though
                  C                          F
He know I'm gonna write the words, I'm gonna play the strings
    C
And don't forget, I still fuckin' sing
C                           F
Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king
C                            N.C.
Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king


[Chorus]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire


[Verse 2]
C        F
Woo-hoo, Tokyo
C
Driftin' down the street in my sleep, go roll
C                                F
Rollin' down my window, I'll let everybody know
       C
That I bought this car with my puff as dough
         C                         F
Yeah, my best friends don't need a wine glass
              C
They love the goon sack, up here it's all class
    C                             F
But everybody knows that they can shake their ass
    C
But everybody knows that they can shake their ass


[Chorus]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire


[Verse 3]
        C                             F
I got a feelin' I'll be fine, left it all behind
       C
In the house up in the hill that I once called mine
           C                     F
I left the keys in the van, from sixty-nine
         C
'Til the motherfuckin' madhouse (Empty)
C
Bars
      N.C.
I got bitches

Bitches
N.C.
Bitches

And I got


[Chorus]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire
C
Woo
F
Here I am
       C
Flyin' down the street like Superman
    C                    F
And I won't do it but my best friend can
C
I won't do it but my best friend can


[Outro]
C N.C.
R.IP. to the beat

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