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Psycho

Ukulele chords and lyrics for Psycho by Post Malone

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CHORUS

Damn, I hate to go inside, call a momma bad like

Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on

You, my roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload

Come with the

CHORUS

Tony Romo for clowns and all the balls, oh I hate to go inside, call a momma bad like

Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on

You, my roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload

Don't act like you my friend when

I'm rollin' through my ends, though

VERSE

You stuck in the friend zone I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy

Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy

Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy

Know that I been with the shits ever since a

jit,

ayy I made my first million,

I'm like, shit, this is it, ayy

VERSE

30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy

Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip

Out the window of the

Benzo, we get seen in the rent' and

BRIDGE

I'm like, whoa

Man my neck so goddamn cold

Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked I got homies let it go oh

My money thick, won't ever fold

She said, "Can I have some to hold

And I can't ever tell you no

CHORUS

Damn, I hate to go inside, call a momma bad like

Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on

You, my My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the

CHORUS

Tony Momo for clouncing all the boys, oh I hate being going psycho, lil' mama bad like

Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on

You my roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the bowl, oh

Don't act like you my friend when

I'm rollin' through my ends, though

The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy

I'm hittin' lil' mama, she wanna have my babies

Hey! Uh,

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VERSE

Take you to the smoke shop, we gon' get high ayy,

We gon' hit

Rodeo, Dial up

Valentino We gon' hit

Pico, take you where

I'm from Take you to the slums,

this ain't happen overnight

No, these diamonds real bright

Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though

All VVS', put you in a necklace

Girl, you look beautiful tonight

Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

CHORUS

Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like

Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on

You my roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload

Come with the

Tony, Romo for clowns and all the bozos

CHORUS

My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like

Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on

You my roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload

Don't act like you my friend

When I'm rollin' through my ends, though

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Psycho ukulele chords by Post Malone