Chords for Bad Day

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77.775 bpm
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Fm

Bbm

C

F

Eb

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[C]
[Bbm] And he block it with his lip when we always have victims
Three opps, dialogue's broke to the sys
He dunk in his head, I was [Fm] mad that I missed him
Maneuver, I know he mad that I blitzed him
The opp nigga bitch said she went back and kissed him
I'm keepin' shit [Bbm] peaked cause our dad coulda dissed him
Got shot, that opp [Eb] nigga's Swiss
I still can't believe to this day we ain't split
[G] Lil' J, why you throw me all over that lob?
Better ask what I did to be roasted
Can't wait til the day that I see J5
Used to be on my block, runnin' around fake bones
I won't even lie, used to be on they side
While I was jackin' my F for the top three of Bones
Can't jack all them niggas, I think it's my pride
It's been who the vibes in the side that I chose
Anytime they say I had it, y'all know that I went
Like, how many shots did I say?
Freak, Moonshine, Clique, how's we [Fm] been?
Flick out the view, can't see, we [Bbm] got tanks
Pop a scent to prevent cameras, action
You know how we get it, he got shot in his back
He tripped on [Fm] cement, he ain't die, it [Bb] wasn't me
Why I sit here, I say y'all [Fm] tracks, it don't matter
Dressing out with windows shattered
Listen to this and act like this make niggas scatter
I really get active, don't care for the chatter
Brown skinned bitch, love to beat up her bladder
She think her [D] ass getting fatter
Stallion bitch, I'm climbing that ladder
She know I got ribs when I do the self [Bbm]-blaster
No hips, we all in [C] the living, cause we always equipped
Freaky Raffaele, [F] my favorite crip
Anytime it was lit, we was taking that trip
So I'm in the spot, you know he got ripped
Had a bad day, sidekicks, go get equipped
Don't run, don't die, keep it chopped, don't slip
Y'all always gone hot fish, balling, I whip
Playing their music, [Fm] I'm yelling out sweep
First look back, he get shot from deep
Watch how I creep, oh, he ain't peep
Bullets gon' burn him, they put him to sleep
Shit's hit [Bbm] different, hounds ain't cheap
Bounce in his body, collapse, he was weak
Was choking on blood, he can't [Fm] even speak
But I won't say his name, they gon' say [Bbm] I'm a tweek
S.
Dot.
Go, boy need to stop
You ain't never done shit on my block
Got spanked by the goat, cut that on a hop
Always rap how [Fm] you band up on drills with the chop
Rally shit trash, nigga is pop
He ain't never get back since the day he got shot
[F] Got hit up, can't get up, heard that he dropped
He don't play ball, man, that nigga a flop
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123111111
Bbm
13421111
C
3211
F
134211111
Eb
12341116
Fm
123111111
Bbm
13421111
C
3211
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[Bbm] And he block it with his lip when we always have victims
Three opps, dialogue's broke to the sys
He dunk in his head, I was [Fm] mad that I missed him
Maneuver, I know he mad that I blitzed him
The opp nigga bitch said she went back and kissed him
I'm keepin' shit [Bbm] peaked cause our dad coulda dissed him
Got shot, that opp [Eb] nigga's Swiss
I still can't believe to this day we ain't split
[G] Lil' J, why you throw me all over that lob?
Better ask what I did to be roasted
Can't wait til the day that I see J5
Used to be on my block, runnin' around fake bones
I won't even lie, used to be on they side
While I was jackin' my F for the top three of Bones
Can't jack all them niggas, I think it's my pride
It's been who the vibes in the side that I chose
Anytime they say I had it, y'all know that I went
Like, how many shots did I say?
Freak, Moonshine, Clique, how's we [Fm] been?
Flick out the view, can't see, we [Bbm] got tanks
Pop a scent to prevent cameras, action
You know how we get it, he got shot in his back
He tripped on [Fm] cement, he ain't die, it [Bb] wasn't me
Why I sit here, I say y'all [Fm] tracks, it don't matter
Dressing out with windows shattered
Listen to this and act like this make niggas scatter
I really get active, don't care for the chatter
Brown skinned bitch, love to beat up her bladder
She think her [D] ass getting fatter
Stallion bitch, I'm climbing that ladder
She know I got ribs when I do the self [Bbm]-blaster
No hips, we all in [C] the living, cause we always equipped
Freaky Raffaele, [F] my favorite crip
Anytime it was lit, we was taking that trip
So I'm in the spot, you know he got ripped
Had a bad day, sidekicks, go get equipped
Don't run, don't die, keep it chopped, don't slip
Y'all always gone hot fish, balling, I whip
Playing their music, [Fm] I'm yelling out sweep
First look back, he get shot from deep
Watch how I creep, oh, he ain't peep
Bullets gon' burn him, they put him to sleep
Shit's hit [Bbm] different, hounds ain't cheap
Bounce in his body, collapse, he was weak
Was choking on blood, he can't [Fm] even speak
But I won't say his name, they gon' say [Bbm] I'm a tweek
S.
Dot.
Go, boy need to stop
You ain't never done shit on my block
Got spanked by the goat, cut that on a hop
Always rap how [Fm] you band up on drills with the chop
Rally shit trash, nigga is pop
He ain't never get back since the day he got shot
[F] Got hit up, can't get up, heard that he dropped
He don't play ball, man, that nigga a flop _ _
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