Chords for ASAP Rocky "Peso"
Tempo:
70.15 bpm
Chords used:
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F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bbm] [F] I be [Bbm] that pretty motherfucker Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell my niggas, strip the bitch and we gon' make it irrespective
Never disrespected Plus I'm well-connected
With this coat that I imported Just important as your president
Swag is so impressive And I don't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed When you pull up in that seven
Them sixes, them teensies I get skits the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens Usually what I'm dressed in
Flowin' [Fm] blunt, rollin' doobies up Smokin' [Bbm] section
Groupies [Fm] rush, all they boobies up In my direction
[Bbm] But we're [Fm] all up front and you ain't run my [Bb] clique for nothin'
[Bbm] Cause our presence is a present [Fm] Just to kick it is a [Bbm] blessing
This is a world, [Fm] girl This is a world, [Bbm] girl
Cause every day we out of [Fm] patience
[Bbm] This is a world, [Fm] girl This is a world, [Bbm] girl
Cause every day we out of patience
Gun cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
Gun [Fm] cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
[Gb] Gun cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
Yo, [Fm]
[Bbm] yo, yo, bitch, she said I'm hot
Man, I told her I agree She gon' really think I'm hot
If I told her my degrees Pull up in that hard top
Showin' off my keys Graduate school of hard knocks
I could show you my degrees Couple ABCs, bad bitch
Double Ds, poppin' E I don't give a F
Told you I'm a G-A-S-A-P Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest My nigga, this is what I breathe
Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X-pills Import, export, Harlem catchin' wrecks still
So, mami, show me how that neck feel Ladies, show me how the rest feel
For now, just chill
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[Bbm] [Fm] [Bb]
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Tell my niggas, strip the bitch and we gon' make it irrespective
Never disrespected Plus I'm well-connected
With this coat that I imported Just important as your president
Swag is so impressive And I don't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed When you pull up in that seven
Them sixes, them teensies I get skits the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens Usually what I'm dressed in
Flowin' [Fm] blunt, rollin' doobies up Smokin' [Bbm] section
Groupies [Fm] rush, all they boobies up In my direction
[Bbm] But we're [Fm] all up front and you ain't run my [Bb] clique for nothin'
[Bbm] Cause our presence is a present [Fm] Just to kick it is a [Bbm] blessing
This is a world, [Fm] girl This is a world, [Bbm] girl
Cause every day we out of [Fm] patience
[Bbm] This is a world, [Fm] girl This is a world, [Bbm] girl
Cause every day we out of patience
Gun cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
Gun [Fm] cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
[Gb] Gun cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
Yo, [Fm]
[Bbm] yo, yo, bitch, she said I'm hot
Man, I told her I agree She gon' really think I'm hot
If I told her my degrees Pull up in that hard top
Showin' off my keys Graduate school of hard knocks
I could show you my degrees Couple ABCs, bad bitch
Double Ds, poppin' E I don't give a F
Told you I'm a G-A-S-A-P Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest My nigga, this is what I breathe
Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X-pills Import, export, Harlem catchin' wrecks still
So, mami, show me how that neck feel Ladies, show me how the rest feel
For now, just chill
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[Bbm] [Fm] [Bb]
[Gb] [Fm] [Bb] [Gb] [Bbm]
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[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] I be [Bbm] that pretty motherfucker Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell my niggas, strip the bitch and we gon' make it irrespective
Never disrespected Plus I'm well-connected
With this coat that I imported Just important as your president
Swag is so impressive And I don't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed When you pull up in that seven
Them sixes, them teensies I get skits the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens Usually what I'm dressed in
Flowin' [Fm] blunt, rollin' doobies up Smokin' [Bbm] section
Groupies [Fm] rush, all they boobies up In my direction
[Bbm] But we're [Fm] all up front and you ain't run my [Bb] clique for nothin'
[Bbm] Cause our presence is a present [Fm] Just to kick it is a [Bbm] blessing
This is a world, [Fm] girl This is a world, [Bbm] girl
Cause every day we out of [Fm] patience
[Bbm] This is a world, [Fm] girl This is a world, [Bbm] girl
Cause every day we out of patience
Gun cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
Gun [Fm] cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
[Gb] Gun cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
Yo, _ [Fm]
[Bbm] yo, yo, bitch, she said I'm hot
Man, I told her I agree She gon' really think I'm hot
If I told her my degrees Pull up in that hard top
Showin' off my keys Graduate school of hard knocks
I could show you my degrees Couple ABCs, bad bitch
Double Ds, poppin' E I don't give a F
Told you I'm a G-A-S-A-P Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest My nigga, this is what I breathe
Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X-pills Import, export, Harlem catchin' wrecks still
So, mami, show me how that neck feel Ladies, show me how the rest feel
For now, just chill
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Tell my niggas, strip the bitch and we gon' make it irrespective
Never disrespected Plus I'm well-connected
With this coat that I imported Just important as your president
Swag is so impressive And I don't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed When you pull up in that seven
Them sixes, them teensies I get skits the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens Usually what I'm dressed in
Flowin' [Fm] blunt, rollin' doobies up Smokin' [Bbm] section
Groupies [Fm] rush, all they boobies up In my direction
[Bbm] But we're [Fm] all up front and you ain't run my [Bb] clique for nothin'
[Bbm] Cause our presence is a present [Fm] Just to kick it is a [Bbm] blessing
This is a world, [Fm] girl This is a world, [Bbm] girl
Cause every day we out of [Fm] patience
[Bbm] This is a world, [Fm] girl This is a world, [Bbm] girl
Cause every day we out of patience
Gun cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
Gun [Fm] cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
[Gb] Gun cock, gun shot, gon' a nigga boy
Yo, _ [Fm]
[Bbm] yo, yo, bitch, she said I'm hot
Man, I told her I agree She gon' really think I'm hot
If I told her my degrees Pull up in that hard top
Showin' off my keys Graduate school of hard knocks
I could show you my degrees Couple ABCs, bad bitch
Double Ds, poppin' E I don't give a F
Told you I'm a G-A-S-A-P Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest My nigga, this is what I breathe
Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X-pills Import, export, Harlem catchin' wrecks still
So, mami, show me how that neck feel Ladies, show me how the rest feel
For now, just chill
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