Raw accords par
Aitch
Aitch

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Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
D
C#m
I think they want more
C#
D
Fuck drip, I'm making it pour
C#m
Great on all- fours, oh, she my baby,
D
C#m
take her on tour
D
Shake on the floor
C#m
She likes the taste of the Aitch and
C#
D
D#
she like taking it raw
D
Raised in a time where man love beef on the net
C#
So they can't receive
D
my respect
Verse 2
Taking my time to achieve
C#m
what I need and I'm blessed
C#
So they can't be seen as a threat
D#
D
I just got the keys to the
D#
crib, bust down my wrist
C#m
C#
D#
AP, next need a Patek (bling)
D
Better speak Ps if you're
C#m
tryna meet me in the flesh
D#
If not, I ain't leavin' my nest
D
D#
D
Plaques don't even gas me no more
If they can go platinum, anyone can
F#m
D
Chatting 'bout big stats in your raps
F#m
D
Hands up if you made a mil before twenty-
Cm
D
Gm
one gang (gang, gang)
D
Tryna get bad, you could never set levels
on man (no)
Cm
D
Plastic gangsters gabbing
on 'Gram
Love rapping 'bout trap but the package
don't land
D#
Paid more tax than your
whole advance
D
C#
You still wan' chat shit and throw
D#
D
shade on man
F#
D
He rap 'bout a wap but don't
make it bang
F#m
F#
Rap 'bout the trap but don't
F#m
D
take no chance
F#m
D
All I hear is "Blam it" and "Shave
him"
C#
F#m
Pussy hole, save it, bluffin', let's face it
D#
Run up your shit,
D
have you tuckin' your chain in
C#
Run up your lick and my
D#
D
brother'll take it (woo)
The ends is bait, gotta stay composed
D#
D
if you're sending weight
F#
D#
Made some dough so your friends
turned snake
C#
F#
F#m
Can't make man bro if he entered late
D
D#
Jump off stage, tell him,
D
"Send that cake"
They say, "No,
10K", had to end that straight
Man, don't play in the
ends I'm raised
Best show some respect
D#
when you mention Aitch
D
I think
Verse 3
they want more
Fuck drip, I'm making it pour
(making it pour)
Great on all- fours, oh, she my baby,
F#m
F#
F#m
take her on tour
(woo, woo)
D
Shake on the floor
C#m
She likes the taste of the Aitch
F#m
D
and she like taking it raw
F#m
Still in my bits, you can ask 'em Never chat shit, don't
Verse 4
F#
rap for reactions
D
Flinging out lyrics and clapping
F#m
the madness
D
You can get wrapped for your actions
Young Aitch, big
boss, I'm the captain
C#
D
Real life goals, you cap
G
D
on your captions
Cm
D
Gassed on Snapchat flappin' the
tantrum
D#
I was off Melrose sat in a
mansion (woo)
D
Wanna talk about levels and differences
But listen, the difference is
F#
D
You're a joke, I'm a GOAT
I don't know what the bitching is
F#m
D
You can talk but I live this shit
D#
D
C#
Been up inside that room full of mics
C#m
C#
D
On the set getting ready to spin some kid
G
C#
C#m
Been up inside that ride full of guys
With a boot full of food,
D
D#
D
D#
D
getting ready to spin this whip (woo)
F#m
D
F#m
Not a lot of man been this sick
D
Always been shining,
never liked diamonds
Now I go blind when I flick this wrist (woo, bling,
woo)
Cm
Henny on ice when my drink gets sipped
D
M- Town up north of the map
C#
D
D#
Get caught in the trap if your fingers slip
D
D#
I think they want more
Verse 5
D
Fuck drip, I'm making it pour
D
(making it pour)
Great on all- fours, oh, she my baby,
F#m
take her on tour (woo, woo)
D
Shake on the floor
C#m
F#m
D
She likes the taste of the Aitch and she like taking it (ooh)
F#m
Outro 1
D
C#m
F#m
Cm
D
C#m
Cm
D
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D
C#m

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