Chords for Jay Hound - Neaky (Live Performance)
Tempo:
145.65 bpm
Chords used:
B
G
Dm
E
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
[B]
[N]
Oh, she getting neeky, where she from?
[B] Like, she tryna reach for my gun I threw first so ain't nowhere to run
Bro up, not [G] tryna click out the trunk Tryna lie to me, bitch, you dumb
She on my side, she havin' fun Oh, she rollin' shooters, she one of [E] us
She put Nani and Don in the blunt Bobby, Nas, Loke, this shit [B] punchin'
We on seven, why would you duck?
Yaki B, you was just jackin' this up Like 3D [E] when we went on the hunt
Lennox, seven, [G] both got touch That's my bro, you ain't caught up
We got [B] opps that keep shit on the hush I told Nas, get a meet-up
Don't spend no V, that shit get stuck [Em] Like shoot the driver, they bout to blow up
Can't go light, so I [B] keep it tough Few opps got it, but won't keep it above
Body's all heat and it's lit I think I caught a rush when I flicked
But broke through the beam when it ain't clicked Like, fell back and I knew we was sick
That go bitch is [A#] doing that hip shit [B] Where niggas at?
That was it
I know why niggas hate us again Like, [G] God, God
Oh, she getting neeky, where she [B] from?
Like, she tryna reach for my gun
I threw first, so ain't no where to run Grow up, now tryna click off the drum
Try to lie to me, bitch, you dumb She on my side, she having fun
Oh, she roll the shooters, she wanna fuzz
[Dm] [F#m]
[Dm]
[F#m]
[Dm] [D#]
[B]
[N]
Oh, she getting neeky, where she from?
[B] Like, she tryna reach for my gun I threw first so ain't nowhere to run
Bro up, not [G] tryna click out the trunk Tryna lie to me, bitch, you dumb
She on my side, she havin' fun Oh, she rollin' shooters, she one of [E] us
She put Nani and Don in the blunt Bobby, Nas, Loke, this shit [B] punchin'
We on seven, why would you duck?
Yaki B, you was just jackin' this up Like 3D [E] when we went on the hunt
Lennox, seven, [G] both got touch That's my bro, you ain't caught up
We got [B] opps that keep shit on the hush I told Nas, get a meet-up
Don't spend no V, that shit get stuck [Em] Like shoot the driver, they bout to blow up
Can't go light, so I [B] keep it tough Few opps got it, but won't keep it above
Body's all heat and it's lit I think I caught a rush when I flicked
But broke through the beam when it ain't clicked Like, fell back and I knew we was sick
That go bitch is [A#] doing that hip shit [B] Where niggas at?
That was it
I know why niggas hate us again Like, [G] God, God
Oh, she getting neeky, where she [B] from?
Like, she tryna reach for my gun
I threw first, so ain't no where to run Grow up, now tryna click off the drum
Try to lie to me, bitch, you dumb She on my side, she having fun
Oh, she roll the shooters, she wanna fuzz
[Dm] [F#m]
[Dm]
[F#m]
[Dm] [D#]
Key:
B
G
Dm
E
F#m
B
G
Dm
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Oh, she getting neeky, where she from?
[B] Like, she tryna reach for my gun I threw first so ain't nowhere to run
Bro up, not [G] tryna click out the trunk Tryna lie to me, bitch, you dumb
She on my side, she havin' fun Oh, she rollin' shooters, she one of [E] us
She put Nani and Don in the blunt Bobby, Nas, Loke, this shit [B] punchin'
We on seven, why would you duck?
Yaki B, you was just jackin' this up Like 3D [E] when we went on the hunt
Lennox, seven, [G] both got touch That's my bro, you ain't caught up
We got [B] opps that keep shit on the hush I told Nas, get a meet-up
Don't spend no V, that shit get stuck [Em] Like shoot the driver, they bout to blow up
Can't go light, so I [B] keep it tough Few opps got it, but won't keep it above
Body's all heat and it's lit I think I caught a rush when I flicked
But broke through the beam when it ain't clicked Like, fell back and I knew we was sick
That go bitch is [A#] doing that hip shit [B] Where niggas at?
That was it
I know why niggas hate us again Like, [G] God, God
Oh, she getting neeky, where she [B] from?
Like, she tryna reach for my gun
I threw first, so ain't no where to run Grow up, now tryna click off the drum
Try to lie to me, bitch, you dumb She on my side, she having fun
Oh, she roll the shooters, she wanna fuzz _ _
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Oh, she getting neeky, where she from?
[B] Like, she tryna reach for my gun I threw first so ain't nowhere to run
Bro up, not [G] tryna click out the trunk Tryna lie to me, bitch, you dumb
She on my side, she havin' fun Oh, she rollin' shooters, she one of [E] us
She put Nani and Don in the blunt Bobby, Nas, Loke, this shit [B] punchin'
We on seven, why would you duck?
Yaki B, you was just jackin' this up Like 3D [E] when we went on the hunt
Lennox, seven, [G] both got touch That's my bro, you ain't caught up
We got [B] opps that keep shit on the hush I told Nas, get a meet-up
Don't spend no V, that shit get stuck [Em] Like shoot the driver, they bout to blow up
Can't go light, so I [B] keep it tough Few opps got it, but won't keep it above
Body's all heat and it's lit I think I caught a rush when I flicked
But broke through the beam when it ain't clicked Like, fell back and I knew we was sick
That go bitch is [A#] doing that hip shit [B] Where niggas at?
That was it
I know why niggas hate us again Like, [G] God, God
Oh, she getting neeky, where she [B] from?
Like, she tryna reach for my gun
I threw first, so ain't no where to run Grow up, now tryna click off the drum
Try to lie to me, bitch, you dumb She on my side, she having fun
Oh, she roll the shooters, she wanna fuzz _ _
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