Chords for Action Bronson - "GET OFF MY P.P."

Tempo:
89.775 bpm
Chords used:

A

Ab

B

D

Gb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Action Bronson - "GET OFF MY P.P." chords
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A census taker once tried to test me.
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice [C] Chianti.
[Eb]
[A]
Yeah, yeah, [B] [D] Brasolinho, outdoorsman shit.
[A] Hit em, lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop.
On flurry, recital, fiends on the backlot.
Back alley, [Gb] fronts and a weeks, cookin' up a [Ab] math lot.
The shit that have [D] us laid in pens with a [A] glass pot.
Hats, pots, stickin' out the dashpot.
I leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot.
What's up, it's [Gb] Warren Autobahn, it's where the [A] cash drop.
They take the paper then distribute to the [Ab] half-nots.
I'm on the [A] scene 26 and I'm a man-child.
Long machete, hoppin' out the fan style.
Weather flight [B] and no graffiti, got them [G] hair styles.
I wipe the floor up with your [C] face like a shamwow.
Hands [Bm] down, one motherfucker, [Db] 260 combined.
Here to bring the ruckus, the baseline.
Plus the words, raise the crime rate.
Brasolinho, show him how to hold the [A] nine straight.
Yo, get off the next man's PC.
Yo, be a rich and okay, get off the PP.
Get off the shit with my chick, get off my PP.
Yo, be a rich and okay, get off the PP.
Yo, the truck rolled up, the money fold up.
[Ab] I blow my bitches big body like an old truck.
With they waist sliced in just like the cold cuts.
Been at the bottom of the sea but then I rose up.
Feet first, [B] my voice is known to curl the honey toes.
Circle powder, that'll leave them with a bloody nose.
[Gbm] Smoke the hash, take it from him just like his putty hoes.
Hop in the Gatty, [A] leave your body by your muddy [Ab] boat.
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin.
Drugs so good, feed weekly, just three-starred him.
I'm on the road, blow trees through [A] East Harlem.
Just put me in a cage in [B] the basement, I'm [Ab] retarded.
German [D] shit, twist, burn the [Ab] bliss.
I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet.
Copped a chicken, started cooking it, converted it.
Dutch leaf, nerd of [D] it, roll it up, murder it.
Yeah, get [Gb] off the next man's pee pee.
Yo, [Db] be original kid, get [A] off my pee pee.
Get [Ab] off the shit from my tit, get off my pee pee.
Get off my blood-hardened, nah, pee pee.
[B] [A]
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A
1231
Ab
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B
12341112
D
1321
Gb
134211112
A
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Ab
134211114
B
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_ A census taker once tried to test me.
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice [C] Chianti. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
Yeah, yeah, [B] _ _ [D] Brasolinho, _ outdoorsman shit.
_ [A] Hit em, lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop.
On flurry, recital, fiends on the backlot.
Back alley, [Gb] fronts and a weeks, cookin' up a [Ab] math lot.
The shit that have [D] us laid in pens with a [A] glass pot.
Hats, pots, stickin' out the dashpot.
I leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot.
What's up, it's [Gb] Warren Autobahn, it's where the [A] cash drop.
They take the paper then distribute to the [Ab] half-nots.
I'm on the [A] scene 26 and I'm a man-child.
Long machete, hoppin' out the fan style.
Weather flight [B] and no graffiti, got them [G] hair styles.
I wipe the floor up with your [C] face like a shamwow.
Hands [Bm] down, one motherfucker, [Db] 260 combined.
Here to bring the ruckus, the baseline.
Plus the words, raise the crime rate.
Brasolinho, show him how to hold the [A] nine straight.
Yo, get off the next man's PC.
Yo, be a rich and okay, get off the PP.
Get off the shit with my chick, get off my PP.
Yo, be a rich and okay, get off the PP.
Yo, the truck rolled up, the money fold up.
[Ab] I blow my bitches big body like an old truck.
With they waist sliced in just like the cold cuts.
Been at the bottom of the sea but then I rose up.
Feet first, [B] my voice is known to curl the honey toes.
Circle powder, that'll leave them with a bloody nose.
[Gbm] Smoke the hash, take it from him just like his putty hoes.
Hop in the Gatty, [A] leave your body by your muddy [Ab] boat.
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin.
Drugs so good, feed weekly, just three-starred him.
I'm on the road, blow trees through [A] East Harlem.
Just put me in a cage in [B] the basement, I'm [Ab] retarded.
German [D] shit, twist, burn the [Ab] bliss.
I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet.
Copped a chicken, started cooking it, converted it.
Dutch leaf, nerd of [D] it, roll it up, murder it.
Yeah, get [Gb] off the next man's pee pee.
Yo, [Db] be original kid, get [A] off my pee pee.
Get [Ab] off the shit from my tit, get off my pee pee.
Get off my blood-hardened, nah, pee pee.
_ [B] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _