Imported Goods Chords by Action Bronson
Tempo:
93.5 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
E
C#m
G#m
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m]
[C#m] [F#m] Oh my god, this motherfucking sour [E] is too good.
I don't wanna be fucking with that other shit.
That shit hurts my throat, [F#m] man.
I need that shit that tastes like fucking, fucking soap.
Joy, [E] Ajax, [G#m] shit.
Ay yo, this is what I be doing on that.
[F#m] Yo, Orlando Magic warm up suits and black shacks.
95, Young and Bronson on the [E] fast track.
The blast gat now, I'm looking past that.
I want the cash stack higher than the [F#m] Nasdaq.
I put the work in the down time, I'm cooking lamb.
A thousand touches in the air like it's [E] Aretha Jame.
Aretha Jame, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-P me.
Or it's the forest where the motherfucking [C#m] rest you team [F#m] be.
Peking duck and large liver goose calver.
Swiss Valley smoke cigar just like [E] a new barber.
You know the motto, jacket to the knee.
I can't help it if I'm a fiend, I had to tap it to [F#m] the P, lord.
Spark a seance cause everybody lifted it.
I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being [E] sifted up.
This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play.
Yo, cuff the guests on the construction, take [F#m] it easy.
This is for my people making sales until they lack her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, salute the diffies on the bikes.
And loud pipes and rocket levers like [C#m] a wild [F#m] viking.
My man who just came home, my summer going up.
He's up in the alley, sipping valley, fucking [E] throwing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Don't be diving in the thighs, blow a smoke into the [F#m] skies.
Ayo, Bronson, Nelly, the problem, we got the party reeking.
Never see a starvin', all my people [E] hardly speaking.
When it's time, though, we form into a single fast.
Rate a fucking four-core without hitting a [F#m] single jab.
Hop in a Beamer, pigeon popping an ener.
Getting tapped in a steamer, scoping rocker, [E] the teener.
Hooker, the type of looker, eat the pussy from the back.
Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving [F#m] packs all day.
Know the verbal, it's Oscar winning, you cop a squat to pissing.
Only focus on them [E] rocks that glisten, suppositories in the ass of you.
The green fila with a horsey, how this motherfucking [F#m] master do?
Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man.
Ali, hunger, a thousand, slap you with [E] a whole hand.
Sex time, overly a blessed time.
Check the rhyme, motherfucker, better [F#m] recognize.
This is for my people making sales until they back hurt.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, still do the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [C#m] a wild viking.
My men just came home, and some [F#m] are going up.
Fees up in the alley, tip of the valley, fuck [E] it, growing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thigh, blow a smoke into [F#m] the skies.
The eyes slanted from the origami.
I roll the quarter of the water near the border where you [E] ought to find me.
The tambourine man pumping while the Tyson burning.
Air tech challenge, clay court, [C#m] jacks balling.
Stay indoors in that weak shit, [F#m] my team spit that mean shit.
Like stepping in [E] some fiend shit.
Now you sick to your stomach because you stunning.
Work got fronted, another motherfucking [F#m] jerk in front it.
Post batting, Lonnie do the low fatting.
Flushing, motherfucker, keep it toasted by [E] the gold satin.
Little rulers on the block, we tell them go stab him.
Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier [F#m] to toe tag him.
Call hard sets and horseys like the freak.
This is Grossin' Love a freak bitch, dining on [E] that Greek dish.
That's the A-hole, all my people AWOL.
Cash inside the case and now [G#m] the judges want [F#m] to play ball.
This is why [C#m] my people making sales until they [F#m] black her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the backs, look through the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [A] a wild viking.
My men just came home, and some [F#m] are going up.
HP's up in the alley, sipping Pali, fuck [E] it, going up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thighs, blow a smoke at the [F#m] disguise.
[E]
[F#m]
[E]
[C#m] [F#m] Oh my god, this motherfucking sour [E] is too good.
I don't wanna be fucking with that other shit.
That shit hurts my throat, [F#m] man.
I need that shit that tastes like fucking, fucking soap.
Joy, [E] Ajax, [G#m] shit.
Ay yo, this is what I be doing on that.
[F#m] Yo, Orlando Magic warm up suits and black shacks.
95, Young and Bronson on the [E] fast track.
The blast gat now, I'm looking past that.
I want the cash stack higher than the [F#m] Nasdaq.
I put the work in the down time, I'm cooking lamb.
A thousand touches in the air like it's [E] Aretha Jame.
Aretha Jame, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-P me.
Or it's the forest where the motherfucking [C#m] rest you team [F#m] be.
Peking duck and large liver goose calver.
Swiss Valley smoke cigar just like [E] a new barber.
You know the motto, jacket to the knee.
I can't help it if I'm a fiend, I had to tap it to [F#m] the P, lord.
Spark a seance cause everybody lifted it.
I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being [E] sifted up.
This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play.
Yo, cuff the guests on the construction, take [F#m] it easy.
This is for my people making sales until they lack her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, salute the diffies on the bikes.
And loud pipes and rocket levers like [C#m] a wild [F#m] viking.
My man who just came home, my summer going up.
He's up in the alley, sipping valley, fucking [E] throwing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Don't be diving in the thighs, blow a smoke into the [F#m] skies.
Ayo, Bronson, Nelly, the problem, we got the party reeking.
Never see a starvin', all my people [E] hardly speaking.
When it's time, though, we form into a single fast.
Rate a fucking four-core without hitting a [F#m] single jab.
Hop in a Beamer, pigeon popping an ener.
Getting tapped in a steamer, scoping rocker, [E] the teener.
Hooker, the type of looker, eat the pussy from the back.
Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving [F#m] packs all day.
Know the verbal, it's Oscar winning, you cop a squat to pissing.
Only focus on them [E] rocks that glisten, suppositories in the ass of you.
The green fila with a horsey, how this motherfucking [F#m] master do?
Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man.
Ali, hunger, a thousand, slap you with [E] a whole hand.
Sex time, overly a blessed time.
Check the rhyme, motherfucker, better [F#m] recognize.
This is for my people making sales until they back hurt.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, still do the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [C#m] a wild viking.
My men just came home, and some [F#m] are going up.
Fees up in the alley, tip of the valley, fuck [E] it, growing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thigh, blow a smoke into [F#m] the skies.
The eyes slanted from the origami.
I roll the quarter of the water near the border where you [E] ought to find me.
The tambourine man pumping while the Tyson burning.
Air tech challenge, clay court, [C#m] jacks balling.
Stay indoors in that weak shit, [F#m] my team spit that mean shit.
Like stepping in [E] some fiend shit.
Now you sick to your stomach because you stunning.
Work got fronted, another motherfucking [F#m] jerk in front it.
Post batting, Lonnie do the low fatting.
Flushing, motherfucker, keep it toasted by [E] the gold satin.
Little rulers on the block, we tell them go stab him.
Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier [F#m] to toe tag him.
Call hard sets and horseys like the freak.
This is Grossin' Love a freak bitch, dining on [E] that Greek dish.
That's the A-hole, all my people AWOL.
Cash inside the case and now [G#m] the judges want [F#m] to play ball.
This is why [C#m] my people making sales until they [F#m] black her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the backs, look through the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [A] a wild viking.
My men just came home, and some [F#m] are going up.
HP's up in the alley, sipping Pali, fuck [E] it, going up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thighs, blow a smoke at the [F#m] disguise.
[E]
[F#m]
[E]
Key:
F#m
E
C#m
G#m
A
F#m
E
C#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] Oh my god, this motherfucking sour [E] is too good.
I don't wanna be fucking with that other shit.
That shit hurts my throat, [F#m] man.
I need that shit that tastes like fucking, fucking soap.
Joy, [E] Ajax, [G#m] shit.
Ay yo, this is what I be doing on that.
[F#m] Yo, Orlando Magic warm up suits and black shacks.
95, Young and Bronson on the [E] fast track.
The blast gat now, I'm looking past that.
I want the cash stack higher than the [F#m] Nasdaq.
I put the work in the down time, I'm cooking lamb.
A thousand touches in the air like it's [E] Aretha Jame.
Aretha Jame, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-P me.
Or it's the forest where the motherfucking [C#m] rest you team [F#m] be.
Peking duck and large liver goose calver.
Swiss Valley smoke cigar just like [E] a new barber.
You know the motto, jacket to the knee.
I can't help it if I'm a fiend, I had to tap it to [F#m] the P, lord.
Spark a seance cause everybody lifted it.
I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being [E] sifted up.
This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play.
Yo, cuff the guests on the construction, take [F#m] it easy.
This is for my people making sales until they lack her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, salute the diffies on the bikes.
And loud pipes and rocket levers like [C#m] a wild [F#m] viking.
My man who just came home, my summer going up.
He's up in the alley, sipping valley, fucking [E] throwing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Don't be diving in the thighs, blow a smoke into the [F#m] skies.
Ayo, Bronson, Nelly, the problem, we got the party reeking.
Never see a starvin', all my people [E] hardly speaking.
When it's time, though, we form into a single fast.
Rate a fucking four-core without hitting a [F#m] single jab.
Hop in a Beamer, pigeon popping an ener.
Getting tapped in a steamer, scoping rocker, [E] the teener.
Hooker, the type of looker, eat the pussy from the back.
Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving [F#m] packs all day.
Know the verbal, it's Oscar winning, you cop a squat to pissing.
Only focus on them [E] rocks that glisten, suppositories in the ass of you.
The green fila with a horsey, how this motherfucking [F#m] master do?
Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man.
Ali, hunger, a thousand, slap you with [E] a whole hand.
Sex time, overly a blessed time.
Check the rhyme, motherfucker, better [F#m] recognize.
This is for my people making sales until they back hurt.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, still do the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [C#m] a wild viking.
My men just came home, and some [F#m] are going up.
Fees up in the alley, tip of the valley, fuck [E] it, growing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thigh, blow a smoke into [F#m] the skies.
The eyes slanted from the origami.
I roll the quarter of the water near the border where you [E] ought to find me.
The tambourine man pumping while the Tyson burning.
Air tech challenge, clay court, [C#m] jacks balling.
Stay indoors in that weak shit, [F#m] my team spit that mean shit.
Like stepping in [E] some fiend shit.
Now you sick to your stomach because you stunning.
Work got fronted, another motherfucking [F#m] jerk in front it.
Post batting, Lonnie do the low fatting.
Flushing, motherfucker, keep it toasted by [E] the gold satin.
Little rulers on the block, we tell them go stab him.
Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier [F#m] to toe tag him.
Call hard sets and horseys like the freak.
This is Grossin' Love a freak bitch, dining on [E] that Greek dish.
That's the A-hole, all my people AWOL.
Cash inside the case and now [G#m] the judges want [F#m] to play ball.
This is why [C#m] my people making sales until they [F#m] black her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the backs, look through the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [A] a wild viking.
My men just came home, and some [F#m] are going up.
HP's up in the alley, sipping Pali, fuck [E] it, going up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thighs, blow a smoke at the [F#m] disguise. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] Oh my god, this motherfucking sour [E] is too good.
I don't wanna be fucking with that other shit.
That shit hurts my throat, [F#m] man.
I need that shit that tastes like fucking, fucking soap.
Joy, [E] Ajax, [G#m] shit.
Ay yo, this is what I be doing on that.
[F#m] Yo, Orlando Magic warm up suits and black shacks.
95, Young and Bronson on the [E] fast track.
The blast gat now, I'm looking past that.
I want the cash stack higher than the [F#m] Nasdaq.
I put the work in the down time, I'm cooking lamb.
A thousand touches in the air like it's [E] Aretha Jame.
Aretha Jame, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-P me.
Or it's the forest where the motherfucking [C#m] rest you team [F#m] be.
Peking duck and large liver goose calver.
Swiss Valley smoke cigar just like [E] a new barber.
You know the motto, jacket to the knee.
I can't help it if I'm a fiend, I had to tap it to [F#m] the P, lord.
Spark a seance cause everybody lifted it.
I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being [E] sifted up.
This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play.
Yo, cuff the guests on the construction, take [F#m] it easy.
This is for my people making sales until they lack her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, salute the diffies on the bikes.
And loud pipes and rocket levers like [C#m] a wild [F#m] viking.
My man who just came home, my summer going up.
He's up in the alley, sipping valley, fucking [E] throwing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Don't be diving in the thighs, blow a smoke into the [F#m] skies.
Ayo, Bronson, Nelly, the problem, we got the party reeking.
Never see a starvin', all my people [E] hardly speaking.
When it's time, though, we form into a single fast.
Rate a fucking four-core without hitting a [F#m] single jab.
Hop in a Beamer, pigeon popping an ener.
Getting tapped in a steamer, scoping rocker, [E] the teener.
Hooker, the type of looker, eat the pussy from the back.
Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving [F#m] packs all day.
Know the verbal, it's Oscar winning, you cop a squat to pissing.
Only focus on them [E] rocks that glisten, suppositories in the ass of you.
The green fila with a horsey, how this motherfucking [F#m] master do?
Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man.
Ali, hunger, a thousand, slap you with [E] a whole hand.
Sex time, overly a blessed time.
Check the rhyme, motherfucker, better [F#m] recognize.
This is for my people making sales until they back hurt.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the back, still do the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [C#m] a wild viking.
My men just came home, and some [F#m] are going up.
Fees up in the alley, tip of the valley, fuck [E] it, growing up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thigh, blow a smoke into [F#m] the skies.
The eyes slanted from the origami.
I roll the quarter of the water near the border where you [E] ought to find me.
The tambourine man pumping while the Tyson burning.
Air tech challenge, clay court, [C#m] jacks balling.
Stay indoors in that weak shit, [F#m] my team spit that mean shit.
Like stepping in [E] some fiend shit.
Now you sick to your stomach because you stunning.
Work got fronted, another motherfucking [F#m] jerk in front it.
Post batting, Lonnie do the low fatting.
Flushing, motherfucker, keep it toasted by [E] the gold satin.
Little rulers on the block, we tell them go stab him.
Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier [F#m] to toe tag him.
Call hard sets and horseys like the freak.
This is Grossin' Love a freak bitch, dining on [E] that Greek dish.
That's the A-hole, all my people AWOL.
Cash inside the case and now [G#m] the judges want [F#m] to play ball.
This is why [C#m] my people making sales until they [F#m] black her.
See the beast on the creep, they let [E] the max squirt.
Bitch on the backs, look through the dippies on the bikes and
loud pipes and rocket levers like [A] a wild viking.
My men just came home, and some [F#m] are going up.
HP's up in the alley, sipping Pali, fuck [E] it, going up.
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize.
Always diving in the thighs, blow a smoke at the [F#m] disguise. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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