Chords for Jelly Roll "I'm Lit" (Addiction Kills)
Tempo:
86 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I got a passion for beautiful women calling me daddy
Had no style so I twist it up
I got a pint in the truck so all I need's a double cup
And I can mix it up
Tell them boys listen up
Bad Apple get with us
Ten of us in the club
There isn't one that beat me
Fuck these rappers just act tough
But really they ain't hard
Them tattoos ain't fooling us
You were lame with a paint job
But mama thank God
That I got my freedom
Cause I got partners in the pen
That ain't never leaving
Just know I'm thinking about you
While I'm blowing out the speakers
Posted in the back
Baby flowing on reefers
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit Bitch, bitch
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch bitch bitch
Bitch I'm lit
And I don't really give a fuck where her bitch from
Before we talk about that we talk about income
For a nigga bitch cum
Need some money then son
Rolling through my city
Bumping out on revelance Uh
Them boys say they pimpin'
I ain't really with it, they fuckin' up the game, but [Abm] I was tryna [Dm] get it
Return of the villain, tell the city that I'm killin'
When I make 20 million, I'm fuckin' Hillary Clinton
Yo, Bill, that I'm gettin', really, I'm just drippin'
We know Hillary don't want no nigga at all, she pretendin'
Fuck Donald Trump, you, baby, give me a suit
I'm the president now, y'all give me the loot
Bitch, I'm lit, bitch, bitch, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit, bitch
Had no style so I twist it up
I got a pint in the truck so all I need's a double cup
And I can mix it up
Tell them boys listen up
Bad Apple get with us
Ten of us in the club
There isn't one that beat me
Fuck these rappers just act tough
But really they ain't hard
Them tattoos ain't fooling us
You were lame with a paint job
But mama thank God
That I got my freedom
Cause I got partners in the pen
That ain't never leaving
Just know I'm thinking about you
While I'm blowing out the speakers
Posted in the back
Baby flowing on reefers
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit Bitch, bitch
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch bitch bitch
Bitch I'm lit
And I don't really give a fuck where her bitch from
Before we talk about that we talk about income
For a nigga bitch cum
Need some money then son
Rolling through my city
Bumping out on revelance Uh
Them boys say they pimpin'
I ain't really with it, they fuckin' up the game, but [Abm] I was tryna [Dm] get it
Return of the villain, tell the city that I'm killin'
When I make 20 million, I'm fuckin' Hillary Clinton
Yo, Bill, that I'm gettin', really, I'm just drippin'
We know Hillary don't want no nigga at all, she pretendin'
Fuck Donald Trump, you, baby, give me a suit
I'm the president now, y'all give me the loot
Bitch, I'm lit, bitch, bitch, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit, bitch
Key:
Abm
Dm
Abm
Dm
Abm
Dm
Abm
Dm
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_ _ _ I got a passion for beautiful women calling me daddy
Had no style so I twist it up
I got a pint in the truck so all I need's a double cup
And I can mix it up
Tell them boys listen up
Bad Apple get with us
Ten of us in the club
There isn't one that beat me
Fuck these rappers just act tough
But really they ain't hard
Them tattoos ain't fooling us
You were lame with a paint job
But mama thank God
That I got my freedom
Cause I got partners in the pen
That ain't never leaving
Just know I'm thinking about you
While I'm blowing out the speakers
Posted in the back
Baby flowing on reefers
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit Bitch, bitch
Bitch I'm lit
_ Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch bitch bitch
Bitch I'm lit
And I don't really give a fuck where her bitch from
Before we talk about that we talk about income
For a nigga bitch cum
Need some money then son
Rolling through my city
Bumping out on revelance Uh
Them boys say they pimpin'
I ain't really with it, they fuckin' up the game, but [Abm] I was tryna [Dm] get it
Return of the villain, tell the city that I'm killin'
When I make 20 million, I'm fuckin' Hillary Clinton
Yo, Bill, that I'm gettin', really, I'm just drippin'
We know Hillary don't want no nigga at all, she pretendin'
Fuck Donald Trump, you, baby, give me a suit
I'm the president now, y'all give me the loot _
Bitch, I'm lit, bitch, bitch, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit, bitch _ _
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_ _ _ I got a passion for beautiful women calling me daddy
Had no style so I twist it up
I got a pint in the truck so all I need's a double cup
And I can mix it up
Tell them boys listen up
Bad Apple get with us
Ten of us in the club
There isn't one that beat me
Fuck these rappers just act tough
But really they ain't hard
Them tattoos ain't fooling us
You were lame with a paint job
But mama thank God
That I got my freedom
Cause I got partners in the pen
That ain't never leaving
Just know I'm thinking about you
While I'm blowing out the speakers
Posted in the back
Baby flowing on reefers
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit Bitch, bitch
Bitch I'm lit
_ Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit
Bitch bitch bitch
Bitch I'm lit
And I don't really give a fuck where her bitch from
Before we talk about that we talk about income
For a nigga bitch cum
Need some money then son
Rolling through my city
Bumping out on revelance Uh
Them boys say they pimpin'
I ain't really with it, they fuckin' up the game, but [Abm] I was tryna [Dm] get it
Return of the villain, tell the city that I'm killin'
When I make 20 million, I'm fuckin' Hillary Clinton
Yo, Bill, that I'm gettin', really, I'm just drippin'
We know Hillary don't want no nigga at all, she pretendin'
Fuck Donald Trump, you, baby, give me a suit
I'm the president now, y'all give me the loot _
Bitch, I'm lit, bitch, bitch, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit, bitch _ _
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