Chords for Neaky

Tempo:
139.4 bpm
Chords used:

B

D#

F#m

G

A

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Neaky chords
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[D#]
[B]
Oh
[D#] She get me where she from like [F#m] she's trying to reach my gun
I threw first so we know where to run bro up not trying to click on the trunk
Try to lie me bitch you dumb chill my side.
She had the fuck.
Oh, she rolled a shooter
[B] She one of us she put naughty and died in the blood Bobby Nas look this shit punch.
We don't seven
Why would you talk to be you were just jacking it's up like deep when you went on a hunt Linux 7 both got touch
That's my bro.
You ain't corner.
We got I keep chillin a hush
I told Nazi to get me done don't spend no V that shit gets tough
Let's shoot the driver a bottle blow up can't go like so I keep it tough you I've got
I won't keep it above bodies are here in [G] this lit
I think I caught a rush when I flip a probe to the beam on up and ain't click like fell back and I know
He was sick that go bitch is doing that hip shit.
We're niggas.
That was it.
I know why niggas hate us again
Like [B] God Oh she get Nikki where she from like she's trying to [F#m] reach my gun
I do first so we know where to run.
I'm not trying to click out the trunk.
Try to lie me bitch
You don't like chill my side.
She had the fun.
Oh, she rolled a shooter.
She wanna fuss
[B] [A]
[Dm]
Key:  
B
12341112
D#
12341116
F#m
123111112
G
2131
A
1231
B
12341112
D#
12341116
F#m
123111112
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_ _ _ Oh
_ [D#] She get me where she from like [F#m] she's trying to reach my gun
I threw first so we know where to run bro up not trying to click on the trunk
Try to lie me bitch you dumb chill my side.
She had the fuck.
Oh, she rolled a shooter
[B] She one of us she put naughty and died in the blood Bobby Nas look this shit punch.
We don't seven
Why would you talk to be you were just jacking it's up like deep when you went on a hunt Linux 7 both got touch
That's my bro.
You ain't corner.
We got I keep chillin a hush
I told Nazi to get me done don't spend no V that shit gets tough
Let's shoot the driver a bottle blow up can't go like so I keep it tough you I've got
I won't keep it above bodies are here in [G] this lit
I think I caught a rush when I flip a probe to the beam on up and ain't click like fell back and I know
He was sick that go bitch is doing that hip shit.
We're niggas.
That was it.
I know why niggas hate us again
Like [B] God Oh she get Nikki where she from like she's trying to [F#m] reach my gun
I do first so we know where to run.
I'm not trying to click out the trunk.
Try to lie me bitch
You don't like chill my side.
She had the fun.
Oh, she rolled a shooter.
She wanna fuss _ _
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