Chords for DARK LO - DIRECT Ft. ROC MARCIANO (Prod. V DON) (Promo Video)

Tempo:
82.4 bpm
Chords used:

Abm

Dbm

F

Db

Bb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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DARK LO - DIRECT Ft. ROC MARCIANO (Prod. V DON) (Promo Video) chords
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[F] [Abm]
[F]
[Abm] [Db]
[Abm] [Dbm]
[Abm]
Black and mild, he sped off his crash, he passed out, he didn't last a half a mile
Pat down the back of town, snap, niggas ass out
We get fast cash, the scheme has route, squeeze the machine flat in your cheap ass house
[Dbm] Collapsing the street, that's how we play cat and mouse
[Abm] Make them beef, blazing heat, say the cap and gown, niggas just rapping loud
I was at the cabin rapping loud, waiting for crack to come back in style
I'm packing fouls, the Louis V jacket is black and brown
The ratchet, I backed it out, the mac was on the crack mount
I had to spread some cheese around the staff like it was Laffy Katt
I tell him I happen to crack a scalp like a dragon stout
[Dbm] Your ass will get found in the trash by [Bb] a basset hound
Don't fuck me, I'm on it, Mars, [C] baby, Mars, baby, Mars, [Am] baby
[Dm] Bruh, yo, [Abm] damn, school a hard knock, I ace, no cap and gown
He say hustle like ace, you just cap and clown
I'm Nino Brown, [F] we doing business, hold up, patting [Abm] down
Burberry coat, the scarf wrapped [Abm] around
I stick the down, then I ask, is you happy [Dbm] now?
I clap me down, before that, I had that [Abm] shit down
With a smile on, money just piled up
I got a judge on, if I pull it, it's trial on
Different speed, you too slow, I got a mile on
Get rich, no sound, what's the milestone?
They stuff you with it, bombing fluid like a calzone
I'm a king, you in my presence, fall home
You worried about watch, I just spy [Dbm] on
I heard the fans gotta watch, I just dodge the [Abm] phone
You mad when you watch the panels, I'm the black Rambo
I'm in New York like a giant with Marciano
I told B.Dot,. send a beat, so I ran out of ammo I shoot you down, you walk up on me, boy, you just a fan though The coke drying on the window, still get the fan though And never let them know your next move, keep your head low You like Shaq in [Dbm] Orlando, Routini falling from the sky, it's like Kimbo [Abm] Let's get rich, yo Naked when you [Dbm] come, naked when you
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Abm
123111114
Dbm
13421114
F
134211111
Db
12341114
Bb
12341111
Abm
123111114
Dbm
13421114
F
134211111
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_ Black and mild, he sped off his crash, he passed out, he didn't last a half a mile
Pat down the back of town, snap, niggas ass out
We get fast cash, the scheme has route, squeeze the machine flat in your cheap ass house
[Dbm] Collapsing the street, that's how we play cat and mouse
[Abm] Make them beef, blazing heat, say the cap and gown, niggas just rapping loud
I was at the cabin rapping loud, waiting for crack to come back in style
I'm packing fouls, the Louis V jacket is black and brown
The ratchet, I backed it out, the mac was on the crack mount
I had to spread some cheese around the staff like it was Laffy Katt
I tell him I happen to crack a scalp like a dragon stout
[Dbm] Your ass will get found in the trash by [Bb] a basset hound
Don't fuck me, I'm on it, Mars, [C] baby, Mars, baby, Mars, [Am] baby _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ Bruh, yo, [Abm] damn, school a hard knock, I ace, no cap and gown
He say hustle like ace, you just cap and clown
I'm Nino Brown, [F] we doing business, hold up, patting [Abm] down
Burberry coat, the scarf wrapped [Abm] around
I stick the down, then I ask, is you happy [Dbm] now?
I clap me down, before that, I had that [Abm] shit down
With a smile on, money just piled up
I got a judge on, if I pull it, it's trial on
Different speed, you too slow, I got a mile on
Get rich, no sound, what's the milestone?
They stuff you with it, bombing fluid like a calzone
I'm a king, you in my presence, fall home
You worried about watch, I just spy [Dbm] on
I heard the fans gotta watch, I just dodge the [Abm] phone
You mad when you watch the panels, I'm the black Rambo
I'm in New York like a giant with Marciano
I told B.Dot,. send a beat, so I ran out of ammo I shoot you down, you walk up on me, boy, you just a fan though The coke drying on the window, still get the fan though And never let them know your next move, keep your head low You like Shaq in [Dbm] Orlando, Routini falling from the sky, it's like Kimbo [Abm] Let's get rich, yo Naked when you [Dbm] come, naked when you