Chords for C'Mere (feat. Jay Hound & NazGPG)
Tempo:
77.375 bpm
Chords used:
B
G
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
Ay yo, Eli, what the fuck?
Come here, he try to run that nigga [G] getting scared
40 keep barking, she fuck with my ear When the girl's spinning, was nobody there
Bro, he moving weird Back up the Jeep with the people in bed
Bitch, I'm on Koya sitting on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think
I'ma fit [B] [F#m] I think I saw [G] them
Swear to God, [F#m] I hope that I caught him Give me the ball, I think I'm getting hotter
I'm sending Jordan 100, I don't need no [B] charger
Like, Betty won't dodge it I'm dissing her fuck at they father
I'm not a nigga that went through the liver Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder
I'm not a nigga that went through the liver Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder
Like, Don't try to caught him He don't know it's only getting darker
She turned a fat nigga to a jogger And if I got a thought, I throw more to my
partner Scout on that block from the morning
Civilians thinking I'm a stalker He tryna reach, I make it him a corner
I got my Jeep, better solve all my problems Like, I broke it, yeah, we got him
Shot through his head, gotta say no problem Baby, sweet, we gon' flick if he spot him
Now he go down like he don't got no knowledge I try to cut through the back, see opium
I might creep and it's y'all like a possum I need backing, kick me in tandoor
Where you [Bm] from, bro, you don't know the answer I just might break in the strip like I'm
All [B] the throwin' like Eli Newman and TDO, ain't Fargo's hand them
I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer She call the throwin' it back like a dancer
I start to break her up back with her manners Old black bro, they duckin' them cameras
Ain't no spinnin' my block with no hammer I just might sit on that block like a camper
I'm a brina, tone on Hannah Like, early, he might do a tantrum
I got bullets that's bigger than a planet Bro, sit him down, think he might need a pimper
Big, big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle
Pop up, who wanna play?
Like, I'm the one takin' these risks for the game
I start fuckin', I feel like I'm clay Rollie be buggin' like shotgun and paint
Throw a shot, then go lay up with Bay I got Harlem, I'm feelin' like Ace
Like, bro, put the dot on his face I got some shit that ain't leavin' no trace
Two shots, bro, he better duck No, God, look what happened to Ruck
He's tryna reach and I blow him, I [G] G Don't you love me?
I'm first, he be missin'
he [B] fuck Oh, it suck?
Did you say that?
He think he tough, throwin' up the Maybach Better if he look, I'm a throw
Cops gettin' close to the street, I'm lookin' like Wittgenia
Doc, I had to get low, don't you worry about me with the rest of the gang up
He tryna diss [G] on my desk, I'ma go spend broad, don't even play that
P-G, high under [B] my belt What if he try to get close, we'll stay up
[G] Like, what if he try to get, [B] like, God, boom
C-come here, he tryna run that nigga gettin' scared
40 keep ball, cause you fuck on my [G] ear When the go [B] spillin', was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird Back up the G, but the P-mo is big
Bitch, I'm on Koya, sittin' on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fit
Ay yo, Eli, what the fuck?
Come here, he try to run that nigga [G] getting scared
40 keep barking, she fuck with my ear When the girl's spinning, was nobody there
Bro, he moving weird Back up the Jeep with the people in bed
Bitch, I'm on Koya sitting on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think
I'ma fit [B] [F#m] I think I saw [G] them
Swear to God, [F#m] I hope that I caught him Give me the ball, I think I'm getting hotter
I'm sending Jordan 100, I don't need no [B] charger
Like, Betty won't dodge it I'm dissing her fuck at they father
I'm not a nigga that went through the liver Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder
I'm not a nigga that went through the liver Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder
Like, Don't try to caught him He don't know it's only getting darker
She turned a fat nigga to a jogger And if I got a thought, I throw more to my
partner Scout on that block from the morning
Civilians thinking I'm a stalker He tryna reach, I make it him a corner
I got my Jeep, better solve all my problems Like, I broke it, yeah, we got him
Shot through his head, gotta say no problem Baby, sweet, we gon' flick if he spot him
Now he go down like he don't got no knowledge I try to cut through the back, see opium
I might creep and it's y'all like a possum I need backing, kick me in tandoor
Where you [Bm] from, bro, you don't know the answer I just might break in the strip like I'm
All [B] the throwin' like Eli Newman and TDO, ain't Fargo's hand them
I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer She call the throwin' it back like a dancer
I start to break her up back with her manners Old black bro, they duckin' them cameras
Ain't no spinnin' my block with no hammer I just might sit on that block like a camper
I'm a brina, tone on Hannah Like, early, he might do a tantrum
I got bullets that's bigger than a planet Bro, sit him down, think he might need a pimper
Big, big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle
Pop up, who wanna play?
Like, I'm the one takin' these risks for the game
I start fuckin', I feel like I'm clay Rollie be buggin' like shotgun and paint
Throw a shot, then go lay up with Bay I got Harlem, I'm feelin' like Ace
Like, bro, put the dot on his face I got some shit that ain't leavin' no trace
Two shots, bro, he better duck No, God, look what happened to Ruck
He's tryna reach and I blow him, I [G] G Don't you love me?
I'm first, he be missin'
he [B] fuck Oh, it suck?
Did you say that?
He think he tough, throwin' up the Maybach Better if he look, I'm a throw
Cops gettin' close to the street, I'm lookin' like Wittgenia
Doc, I had to get low, don't you worry about me with the rest of the gang up
He tryna diss [G] on my desk, I'ma go spend broad, don't even play that
P-G, high under [B] my belt What if he try to get close, we'll stay up
[G] Like, what if he try to get, [B] like, God, boom
C-come here, he tryna run that nigga gettin' scared
40 keep ball, cause you fuck on my [G] ear When the go [B] spillin', was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird Back up the G, but the P-mo is big
Bitch, I'm on Koya, sittin' on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fit
Key:
B
G
F#m
Bm
B
G
F#m
Bm
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Ay yo, Eli, what the fuck?
Come here, he try to run that nigga [G] getting scared
40 keep barking, she fuck with my ear When the girl's spinning, was nobody there
Bro, he moving weird Back up the Jeep with the people in bed
Bitch, I'm on Koya sitting on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think
I'ma fit [B] [F#m] I think I saw [G] them
Swear to God, [F#m] I hope that I caught him Give me the ball, I think I'm getting hotter
I'm sending Jordan 100, I don't need no [B] charger
Like, Betty won't dodge it I'm dissing her fuck at they father
I'm not a nigga that went through the liver Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder
I'm not a nigga that went through the liver Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder
Like, Don't try to caught him He don't know it's only getting darker
She turned a fat nigga to a jogger And if I got a thought, I throw more to my
partner Scout on that block from the morning
Civilians thinking I'm a stalker He tryna reach, I make it him a corner
I got my Jeep, better solve all my problems _ _ Like, I broke it, yeah, we got him
Shot through his head, gotta say no problem Baby, sweet, we gon' flick if he spot him
Now he go down like he don't got no knowledge I try to cut through the back, see opium
I might creep and it's y'all like a possum I need backing, kick me in tandoor
Where you [Bm] from, bro, you don't know the answer I just might break in the strip like I'm
All [B] the throwin' like Eli Newman and TDO, ain't Fargo's hand them
I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer She call the throwin' it back like a dancer
I start to break her up back with her manners Old black bro, they duckin' them cameras
Ain't no spinnin' my block with no hammer I just might sit on that block like a camper
I'm a brina, tone on Hannah Like, early, he might do a tantrum
I got bullets that's bigger than a planet Bro, sit him down, think he might need a pimper
Big, big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle
Pop up, who wanna play?
Like, I'm the one takin' these risks for the game
I start fuckin', I feel like I'm clay Rollie be buggin' like shotgun and paint
Throw a shot, then go lay up with Bay I got Harlem, I'm feelin' like Ace
Like, bro, put the dot on his face I got some shit that ain't leavin' no trace
Two shots, bro, he better duck No, God, look what happened to Ruck
He's tryna reach and I blow him, I [G] G Don't you love me?
I'm first, he be missin'
he [B] fuck Oh, it suck?
Did you say that?
He think he tough, throwin' up the Maybach Better if he look, I'm a throw
Cops gettin' close to the street, I'm lookin' like Wittgenia
Doc, I had to get low, don't you worry about me with the rest of the gang up
He tryna diss [G] on my desk, I'ma go spend broad, don't even play that
P-G, high under [B] my belt What if he try to get close, we'll stay up
[G] Like, what if he try to get, [B] like, God, boom
C-come here, he tryna run that nigga gettin' scared
40 keep ball, cause you fuck on my [G] ear When the go [B] spillin', was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird Back up the G, but the P-mo is big
Bitch, I'm on Koya, sittin' on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fit _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Ay yo, Eli, what the fuck?
Come here, he try to run that nigga [G] getting scared
40 keep barking, she fuck with my ear When the girl's spinning, was nobody there
Bro, he moving weird Back up the Jeep with the people in bed
Bitch, I'm on Koya sitting on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think
I'ma fit [B] [F#m] I think I saw [G] them
Swear to God, [F#m] I hope that I caught him Give me the ball, I think I'm getting hotter
I'm sending Jordan 100, I don't need no [B] charger
Like, Betty won't dodge it I'm dissing her fuck at they father
I'm not a nigga that went through the liver Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder
I'm not a nigga that went through the liver Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder
Like, Don't try to caught him He don't know it's only getting darker
She turned a fat nigga to a jogger And if I got a thought, I throw more to my
partner Scout on that block from the morning
Civilians thinking I'm a stalker He tryna reach, I make it him a corner
I got my Jeep, better solve all my problems _ _ Like, I broke it, yeah, we got him
Shot through his head, gotta say no problem Baby, sweet, we gon' flick if he spot him
Now he go down like he don't got no knowledge I try to cut through the back, see opium
I might creep and it's y'all like a possum I need backing, kick me in tandoor
Where you [Bm] from, bro, you don't know the answer I just might break in the strip like I'm
All [B] the throwin' like Eli Newman and TDO, ain't Fargo's hand them
I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer She call the throwin' it back like a dancer
I start to break her up back with her manners Old black bro, they duckin' them cameras
Ain't no spinnin' my block with no hammer I just might sit on that block like a camper
I'm a brina, tone on Hannah Like, early, he might do a tantrum
I got bullets that's bigger than a planet Bro, sit him down, think he might need a pimper
Big, big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle
Pop up, who wanna play?
Like, I'm the one takin' these risks for the game
I start fuckin', I feel like I'm clay Rollie be buggin' like shotgun and paint
Throw a shot, then go lay up with Bay I got Harlem, I'm feelin' like Ace
Like, bro, put the dot on his face I got some shit that ain't leavin' no trace
Two shots, bro, he better duck No, God, look what happened to Ruck
He's tryna reach and I blow him, I [G] G Don't you love me?
I'm first, he be missin'
he [B] fuck Oh, it suck?
Did you say that?
He think he tough, throwin' up the Maybach Better if he look, I'm a throw
Cops gettin' close to the street, I'm lookin' like Wittgenia
Doc, I had to get low, don't you worry about me with the rest of the gang up
He tryna diss [G] on my desk, I'ma go spend broad, don't even play that
P-G, high under [B] my belt What if he try to get close, we'll stay up
[G] Like, what if he try to get, [B] like, God, boom
C-come here, he tryna run that nigga gettin' scared
40 keep ball, cause you fuck on my [G] ear When the go [B] spillin', was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird Back up the G, but the P-mo is big
Bitch, I'm on Koya, sittin' on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fit _ _ _ _ _
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