Acordes de Kill yourself
Timbaland
Timbaland

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

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