Acordes de Kill yourself
Timbaland
Timbaland

N/A5 vistas
Tonalidad: C# minor
Verse 1
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A
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Bm
Get out
Get out!
You can't be in here
Em
Em
You have to get out
I implore you
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Please
Please
Em
Em
You're all going to
die down here
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Verse 2
[Timbaland]
It's life or death
Em
Em
Either one
The king is back
Take heed and run
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I piss and take a shit on
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your beat for fun
I killed the game
I ain't even use a gun
Who better than me?
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Em
Don't make me laugh
I run this shit; they just chase my ass
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I ain't talkin' shit, nigga
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Just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin'
from niggas is whack
I be hearin' these niggas
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Em
What they say in they rhymes
I took my spot; nobody
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gave me mine
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I make the beats that boom
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boom boom in they trunks
You disagree,
homey? Then go on and jump
You can bump your gum
Em
Em
You can say what you want
That's all you gon' do 'cause
you niggas is punks
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I'm number one; you ain't noth
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in' but shit
When they need a hit,
I would become to get
Em
Em
Talk to me
Verse 3
Em
Em
[Chorus]
If you got love for me,
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I got love for you
If you don't fuck wit' me,
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Em
I won't fuck wit' you
We can do it however you wanna
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do
Nigga, if you don't fuck wit' me,
I won't fuck wit' you
Go on ahead
Em
Em
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself,
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Bm
Bm
kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
Em
Em
Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself,
kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself,
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kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
Verse 4
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Bm
I'm tired of niggas
Em
Em
Niggas is tired
You ain't a G
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I see bitch in your eyes
If you close to me
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You supposed to be
But most of you rap niggas
is hos to me
Wherever you from
Em
Em
The question I ask
Is do you think I give a fuck?
Riddle me that
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'Cause in my hood,
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and you jump into hell and back
This industry shit - to hell wit' that
Em
Em
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go
I doubt if you can show me somethin'
I ain't seen before
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Who supposed to be in charge?
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Bm
I need to know
When I shake your hand,
I'm a step on your toe
Em
Em
Go get ya gun, go get ya click
I'm a be right here chillin'
wit' yo' bitch
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You mad at me 'cause
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I'm gettin' rich
Well, put the pistol to your
head and empty the clip
Interlude 1
Pop, nigga!
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Verse 5
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[Chorus]
See my heart
Feel my pain
Em
Em
A
A
Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow little trends
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to get they fame
I ain't snappin' my damn fingers
to get in the game
You claim you rich
Show me, son
If you got so many
Em
Em
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A
dollas, then loan me one
Fools think they killas - they own
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a gun
When you know you 'bout
as sweet as a honey bun
Em
Em
Trash your broads behind a bar
Like you dat dude frontin'
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hard
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Bm
VIP bands don't make you a star
Like we really still don't know
who the fuck you are
Don't talk behind my back,
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Em
just call me nigga
Move my heart to the side
Make room to forgive ya
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If you still wanna hang
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We'll come to get ya
Put the rope around your neck and jump,
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Em
my nigga!
Verse 6
Em
Em
Bm
Bm
You're all going to die down here
Get out
Get out
Em
Em
A
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You can't be in here
Bm
Bm
You're all going to die down here
Outro 1
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