Tonalidad: Db major•
Verse 1
Db
Fm
Gb
Promise Her on I'll put my fist up
Bbm
Fm
after I get my dick sucked
Gb
Quick buck, maybe a
Bbm
Fm
gold chain
Gb
With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles
Bbm
Fm
belittles belittles men
Db
They tentatively tend to turn
and go when I am finished
Fm
Gb
Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas,
Bbm
nigga listen
Fm
The description doesn't fit,
Gb
Bbm
Fm
if not a synonym of menace, then forget it
Gb
Bbm
In turn, these critics and interns
Fm
Db
admitting the shit spit
It just burn like six furnaces writ it
Fm
Gb
It affixed learning them digits,
Bbm
and simultaneously
Fm
"Dispelling one-trick-pony myths,
Gb
Fm
myths, myths, isn't he?"
One adolescent,
Gb
fucking six-nigga energy
Bbm
energy
Fm
Db
Fm
And crawling down fax like a
Db
Fm
rich nigga centipede
Gb
Bbm
Crack ceramic and slap a hand
Fm
out of cash account
Gb
Stamp and shouting, thrashing,
Bbm
Fm
these niggas done let the Kraken out
Gb
Crack-a-lackin', like like like snap,
Bbm
Fm
crackle, poppin' your ammo off
Db
Fm
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off,
Bbm
Sweatshirt, nigga
Fm
Gb
(Sweatshirt, nigga)
Verse 2
Bbm
'87 roof top, Bronson
Fm
Whipping hoopties tryna
Gb
boost raw chronic
Bbm
Fm
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop,
Gb
Bbm
Fm
hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking,
Bbm
thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Db
Fm
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
Gb
Bbm
Fm
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
Gb
Bbm
(Rapping to that coke rock)
Fm
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
Gb
Bbm
With them doors wide
Gb
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Like it's nothing,
Fm
Gb
Fm
E
cause it's nothing, bitch
Verse 3
Ab
From a city that's recession-hit
With With stress niggas could flex metal with,
peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying
to stay Jekyll-ish
Fm
But But most niggas Hyde,
and Brenda just stay pregnant
Gb
Breaking news: death's less import
Bbm
Fm
ant when the Lakers lose
Gb
There's lead in that baby food,
Bbm
Fm
heads try to make it through
Gb
Fish-netted legs legs for them
Bbm
Fm
eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking
Db
Fm
sky that you praying to
Gb
Bbm
Fm
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
Gb
Bbm
God spit it like it's truth serum
Fm
in that beer an d then
Gb
Bbm
Disappear again, reappear bearded
Fm
Db
On top of a lear,
Gb
steering it into the kids' ear again
Db
Fm
Provider of the backdrop music
Db
Fm
For the crack rock user
Db
Fm
and the mas cot, Earl
Db
Rawer than the skinned knee cap
Fm
Db
Fm
Db
on the blacktop
Salivary glands,
Fm
lighter fluid for the matchbox
Gb
Striking, wait, wait,
Bbm
Fm
who the fuck you badder than?
Gb
Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pol
Bbm
Fm
lo off the grill and shit
Gb
Spitter of the Little Nick,
Bbm
Fm
nimble, rickrolling
Gb
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower,
Fm
Gb
plus plus I pillage shit
Verse 4
Bbm
'87 roof top, Bronson
Fm
Whipping hoopties tryna
Gb
boost raw chronic
Bbm
Fm
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop,
Gb
Bbm
Fm
hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking,
Gb
thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Db
Gb
Fm
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
Gb
Bbm
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Fm
Catch me over stove top
Gb
Bbm
(Rapping to that coke
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
Gb
Bbm
With them doors wide
Gb
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Fm
Gb
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
E
Ab
Quit with all that tough talk,
Verse 5
bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Db
Come around, we gun 'em down,
Ab
bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
Db
Ab
I'm ready to kill, so test it,
all my weapons is real
Gb
Fm
Selling thizz, couldn't tell
him what the recipe is
Db
Got 'em wishing that they never gave
Fm
these weapons to kids, cheers
Db
Send chills up spines
Fm
Db
of fat bitches after
Shows throwing out sandwiches,
Fm
niggas get it how they
Gb
Bbm
Live and I live for money, other words,
Fm
I'm getting money
Gb
Bbm
Little boy told me when it's time to ride,
Fm
they'll send them for me
Gb
Ain't nobody scaring me,
Bbm
Fm
niggas ain't prepared for heat
Ab
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I would have
Db
Ab
signed to Ruthless
Db
Nine-four, would've would've had
Ab
them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go,
hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me,
"Wet 'em if they test you"
Fm
So it's Raging Waters season
Gb
Fm
That yomper big as Larry Johnson,
leave your momma seedless
Db
Everybody hard until it's
only God they seeing
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping
Ab
Fm
hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own,
Gb
Bbm
Fm
I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Gb
Bbm
Heat your home like Southern California Gas,
Gb
Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm
Bbm
Fm
with the heat drawn
Db
Strapped up long as the
chief for police armed
Ab
Raised where the beasts are,
north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J,
bony niggas spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face,
Jewish for the court case
Bbm
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet,
Coldchain
Verse 6
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
¿Qué te pareció la canción?
Necesitas para dejar una calificación.
AfinadorE A D G B E
AcordesDb Fm Gb Bbm E...
Más canciones de Earl Sweatshirt
Descubre acordes para más canciones que tocar
Acordes populares a nivel mundial
Acordes y tablaturas más tocados entre todos los usuarios
Añadido recientemente
Acordes y tablaturas añadidos recientemente