Die wit em accords par
Schoolboy Q
Schoolboy Q

N/A6 vues
Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
B
C
B
C
Oh
B
F#dim
C
Woo
B
Oh
C
Am
Yeah
Verse 2
B
Got that .40 on my lap,
C
I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
B
Hit that bitch from yesterday,
F#dim
C
she my nigga (my, my, my)
Am
F#dim
Got that .223 on me,
C
it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
B
C
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die,
Am
B
die, die, ayy)
Verse 3
C
White chalk on the ground, the squad
Am
B
did it (squad, squad, squad, ayy)
One came with two clips,
C
B
it came wit it (came wit it, ayy)
C
Old school got that leanin', top missing (top,
Am
B
top, top, ayy)
'64 side to side, it bounce,
C
B
ribbit (ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ayy)
Rapping shit we live,
C
B
we been did it (been, been, ayy)
Mix and match my bitch,
C
Am
she real different (real, real, real, ayy)
B
C
B
Beat my bitches' asses dumb stupid (dumb,
dumb, dumb, ayy)
C
911, twin turb', it sound foolish (sound,
Am
B
sound, sound, ayy)
Couple pieces,
C
gotta have it (have it, ayy)
B
Caught a wave, is it magic? (uh)
Crush your head,
C
is it magic? (uh, ayy)
B
Dropping bodies in the casket (uh)
F#dim
C
I'm a legend in the set (yeah)
Your big homie getting
B
checked (uh)
The realest nigga out the West
C
(uh)
Am
B
Makaveli in the flesh (uh)
C
Orange beanie, think about it (uh)
Am
B
Got a pistol out the closet (uh)
C
Another mil' to deposit (uh)
Heard your record,
Am
B
I'm your father (uh)
F#dim
B
Switching styles,
F#dim
C
pick a product (uh)
Snatching bitches by
Am
B
the Prada's (uh)
C
Hit a lick up in the Pradas (uh)
B
Another win for the robbers
Verse 4
Got that .40 on my lap,
F#dim
C
I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
B
Hit that bitch from yesterday,
F#dim
C
she my nigga (my, my, my)
Am
C
B
F#dim
C
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy,
slide, slide, slide)
B
You keep talking, bitch,
F#dim
C
then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
Verse 5
B
No aim with this kick,
C
I'm wild wit it (wild, wild, wild)
B
C
Hop out in them Chucks, get down nigga (down,
down, down, ayy)
F#dim
C
Candles lit, he fed the whole corner (whole,
B
whole, whole, ayy)
Bitch don't call my phone,
C
B
the feds on us (feds, feds)
One right through your scalp,
C
B
the wig killer (wave, wave, wave, ayy)
New fur on my bitch,
C
Am
B
it's chinchilla (chilla, chilla, ayy)
F#dim
C
This here on my wrist, I been had it (hey, hey,
Am
yeah)
B
C
This here on my hip, do real static (static, static,
Am
B
yeah, huh)
Nigga my bitch is amaz
C
ing (amazing)
Slapping the clip,
B
perfect (perfect)
Dropping the whip,
C
swerving (swerving)
B
Balling mane, Balmain (ayy)
See that R.I.C.O.,
F#dim
C
get to hiding (hiding)
B
MAC .90 get to sliding (sliding)
C
Step aside, I get to dropping (ayy)
And my hoodie like I'm
Am
B
'posed to (ayy)
C
Extra o for the HOVA (over)
Trap tales, I'm a soldier
B
F
C
Young nigga get to leaking (yeah)
Nigga beat it, ain't get to breath
Am
Niggas die every sum
F#dim
C
mer (uh)
B
Niggas ride every summer (uh)
C
Bring the heat for the cutter (uh)
Play with sticks,
I'm a drummer (uh)
Verse 6
B
Got that .40 on my lap,
C
I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
B
Hit that bitch from yesterday,
F#dim
C
she my nigga (my, my, my)
F#dim
B
F#dim
C
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy,
slide, slide, slide)
B
F#dim
C
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die,
B
die, die, ayy)
Verse 7
C
.40 on my lap, I'm God
nigga (God, God, God)
B
Hit that bitch from yesterday,
C
she my nigga (my, my, my)
B
Got that .223 on me,
F#dim
C
it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
B
You keep talking, bitch,
C
then you can die wit 'em (die wit 'em)

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