Chords for Murs - G Lollipops (Feat. Prof) - OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO
Tempo:
88.45 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
B
E
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out [A] a sweet tongue
I make [D] art, y'all niggas make hits I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out Popping bottles in the club, I'm just chilling at the house
Playing war games with four dames in [N] your name Don't get high, stay fly and I ignore lame
Same as a terrier, but it gets scarier when you try to test the best in your area
Aerial [D] attacks and burials are wax like an Annabelle tail, but scarier in [A] fact
Where the rappers at?
Where the [F#] rappers at?
They told me real rappers dead, I [D] had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang's forever?
[Dm] Better than the worst, but mercy's still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deploy the troops [N] The devil is alive, but these boys [D] the truth What's up?
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet tongue
[B] I make art, y'all niggas make hits I make music from the heart and what you make is [Em] shit
That emoji that [E] look like chocolate ice [D] cream Tartariza rappers can't have nice things
Like a back massage, a craft beer
Y'all still talking [A] about the same shit of last year
You get the [D] bag, he get the bag, she get the bag, [N] who gives a fuck
This shit is getting old, y'all need to switch it up
Get abducted by [D] aliens like Haydn
Put a smile on your face like Mr.
Hotline Bling
You're not hot, I'm red Takis and hot sauce
[E] I might have a bad shroom [D] trip and rip your head off
Now your necklace, I'm snatching your necklace
I'm way beyond reckless, I've been on some neck shit
Hadassahfect shit, fick it and fuck it
Never [E] mess with a chick who don't [D] suck dick
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet [D#] tongue
I'm in a Ford door, [D] Ford Escort
With Ford Escorts, with [B] high-tech squirts
Indoor girl growin' necks, uh
In class with them hickey necks, uh
That's too much sauce, that's too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, baby, man, it's too much sauce
As far as I'm concerned, I don't fuck with the lip bites
Rappers these days ain't been in a fist [Dm] fight
You never know, homie, I could be a fraud
The safety of the sicko, fuck it, she treat me like a vaude
I'm poppin' pills in the VIP all day
I'm an industry [D] plant, I'm just playin' the long game
[N] Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I'ma break your wife's time in a knife
Shout out a couple of hoods for a career in rap
[A] Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh, how real was that?
[D] Pookie
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet [B] tooth
Strange
I make [D] art, y'all niggas make hits I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out Popping bottles in the club, I'm just chilling at the house
Playing war games with four dames in [N] your name Don't get high, stay fly and I ignore lame
Same as a terrier, but it gets scarier when you try to test the best in your area
Aerial [D] attacks and burials are wax like an Annabelle tail, but scarier in [A] fact
Where the rappers at?
Where the [F#] rappers at?
They told me real rappers dead, I [D] had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang's forever?
[Dm] Better than the worst, but mercy's still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deploy the troops [N] The devil is alive, but these boys [D] the truth What's up?
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet tongue
[B] I make art, y'all niggas make hits I make music from the heart and what you make is [Em] shit
That emoji that [E] look like chocolate ice [D] cream Tartariza rappers can't have nice things
Like a back massage, a craft beer
Y'all still talking [A] about the same shit of last year
You get the [D] bag, he get the bag, she get the bag, [N] who gives a fuck
This shit is getting old, y'all need to switch it up
Get abducted by [D] aliens like Haydn
Put a smile on your face like Mr.
Hotline Bling
You're not hot, I'm red Takis and hot sauce
[E] I might have a bad shroom [D] trip and rip your head off
Now your necklace, I'm snatching your necklace
I'm way beyond reckless, I've been on some neck shit
Hadassahfect shit, fick it and fuck it
Never [E] mess with a chick who don't [D] suck dick
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet [D#] tongue
I'm in a Ford door, [D] Ford Escort
With Ford Escorts, with [B] high-tech squirts
Indoor girl growin' necks, uh
In class with them hickey necks, uh
That's too much sauce, that's too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, baby, man, it's too much sauce
As far as I'm concerned, I don't fuck with the lip bites
Rappers these days ain't been in a fist [Dm] fight
You never know, homie, I could be a fraud
The safety of the sicko, fuck it, she treat me like a vaude
I'm poppin' pills in the VIP all day
I'm an industry [D] plant, I'm just playin' the long game
[N] Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I'ma break your wife's time in a knife
Shout out a couple of hoods for a career in rap
[A] Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh, how real was that?
[D] Pookie
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet [B] tooth
Strange
Key:
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_ _ _ Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out [A] a sweet tongue
I make [D] art, y'all niggas make hits I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out Popping bottles in the club, I'm just chilling at the house
Playing war games with four dames in [N] your name Don't get high, stay fly and I ignore lame
Same as a terrier, but it gets scarier when you try to test the best in your area
Aerial [D] attacks and burials are wax like an Annabelle tail, but scarier in [A] fact
Where the rappers at?
Where the [F#] rappers at?
They told me real rappers dead, I [D] had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang's forever?
[Dm] Better than the worst, but mercy's still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deploy the troops [N] The devil is alive, but these boys [D] the truth What's up? _ _
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet tongue
[B] I make art, y'all niggas make hits I make music from the heart and what you make is [Em] shit
That emoji that [E] look like chocolate ice [D] cream Tartariza rappers can't have nice things
Like a back massage, a craft beer
Y'all still talking [A] about the same shit of last year
You get the [D] bag, he get the bag, she get the bag, [N] who gives a fuck
This shit is getting old, y'all need to switch it up
Get abducted by [D] aliens like Haydn
Put a smile on your face like Mr.
Hotline Bling
You're not hot, I'm red Takis and hot sauce
[E] I might have a bad shroom [D] trip and rip your head off
Now your necklace, I'm snatching your necklace
I'm way beyond reckless, I've been on some neck shit
Hadassahfect shit, fick it and fuck it
Never [E] mess with a chick who don't [D] suck dick
_ _ _ Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet [D#] tongue
I'm in a Ford door, [D] Ford Escort
With Ford Escorts, with [B] high-tech squirts
Indoor girl growin' necks, uh
In class with them hickey necks, uh
That's too much sauce, that's too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, baby, man, it's too much sauce
As far as I'm concerned, I don't fuck with the lip bites
Rappers these days ain't been in a fist [Dm] fight
You never know, homie, I could be a fraud
The safety of the sicko, fuck it, she treat me like a vaude
I'm poppin' pills in the VIP all day
I'm an industry [D] plant, I'm just playin' the long game
[N] Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I'ma break your wife's time in a knife
Shout out a couple of hoods for a career in rap
[A] Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh, how real was that?
[D] Pookie
_ _ Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet [B] tooth
_ _ Strange
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I make [D] art, y'all niggas make hits I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out Popping bottles in the club, I'm just chilling at the house
Playing war games with four dames in [N] your name Don't get high, stay fly and I ignore lame
Same as a terrier, but it gets scarier when you try to test the best in your area
Aerial [D] attacks and burials are wax like an Annabelle tail, but scarier in [A] fact
Where the rappers at?
Where the [F#] rappers at?
They told me real rappers dead, I [D] had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang's forever?
[Dm] Better than the worst, but mercy's still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deploy the troops [N] The devil is alive, but these boys [D] the truth What's up? _ _
Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet tongue
[B] I make art, y'all niggas make hits I make music from the heart and what you make is [Em] shit
That emoji that [E] look like chocolate ice [D] cream Tartariza rappers can't have nice things
Like a back massage, a craft beer
Y'all still talking [A] about the same shit of last year
You get the [D] bag, he get the bag, she get the bag, [N] who gives a fuck
This shit is getting old, y'all need to switch it up
Get abducted by [D] aliens like Haydn
Put a smile on your face like Mr.
Hotline Bling
You're not hot, I'm red Takis and hot sauce
[E] I might have a bad shroom [D] trip and rip your head off
Now your necklace, I'm snatching your necklace
I'm way beyond reckless, I've been on some neck shit
Hadassahfect shit, fick it and fuck it
Never [E] mess with a chick who don't [D] suck dick
_ _ _ Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet [D#] tongue
I'm in a Ford door, [D] Ford Escort
With Ford Escorts, with [B] high-tech squirts
Indoor girl growin' necks, uh
In class with them hickey necks, uh
That's too much sauce, that's too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, baby, man, it's too much sauce
As far as I'm concerned, I don't fuck with the lip bites
Rappers these days ain't been in a fist [Dm] fight
You never know, homie, I could be a fraud
The safety of the sicko, fuck it, she treat me like a vaude
I'm poppin' pills in the VIP all day
I'm an industry [D] plant, I'm just playin' the long game
[N] Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I'ma break your wife's time in a knife
Shout out a couple of hoods for a career in rap
[A] Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh, how real was that?
[D] Pookie
_ _ Next ass lollipop, she'll bitch you out a sweet [B] tooth
_ _ Strange
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