Pure Cocaine Chords by Lil Baby

Tempo:
127.1 bpm
Chords used:

Ebm

F

D

Abm

Bb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ebm] [D]
[F] [Ebm]
[Bb] [D] [F]
[Ebm] When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [D] everything's gone right
Yeah, made [F] a brick do a brick, I ain't whip up shit, this [Ebm] pure cocaine
Yeah, from the streets but I got a lil' six but I had to go [D] cook no brain
No brain, I [F] ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do and [Ebm] I do my thing
Bought a brand new shoes, told a kick rock [D] don't stand too close
Diamonds kickboxed, [F] ain't red, mean gold so I don't stop
I [Ebm] know they wish they can catch me but keep wishin' you
Think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
[Bb] Tryna stuff as much as I can in these bitches
Made [Abm] your bitch fuck on my man, there's no difference
I [Ebm] ain't never popped no Xan, I sip scissor
If I ever have to turn on the gang I won't do it
If [Db] I put it in a song I send it up in doors
I [Abm] can't put it in my song, I know how the feds go
[Ebm] Scream free out of the house but I ain't no fam gon'
Gave my mama ten bands and sent it to Cancun
Got [Abm] the crowd goin' down but I ain't no down four
If I went in there and did it, it made it you can too
But it came a [Gb] long way from broken [Ebm] shine shoes
When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [D] everything's gone right
Yeah, made [F] a brick do a brick, I ain't whip up shit, [Ebm] this pure cocaine
Yeah, from the streets but I got a lil' sense but I had to [D] go cook no brain
[F] Ain't worry about you, I'ma do what [Db] I do and I do [Ebm] my thing
When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [D] everything's gone right
Yeah, made [F] a brick do a brick, I ain't whip up shit, [Ebm] this pure cocaine
Yeah, from the streets but I got a lil' sense but I had to [D] go cook no brain
[F] Ain't worry about you, I'ma do what I do and [Ebm] I do my thing
Got a quarter million dollars in a boot bag
[Bb] New era, I'm a dope boy, no cap
[F] I'm livin' my best life for real, just [Ebm] left the dealership
No tax, if we opposite it won't [Eb] work, it won't last, [D] get the opposite knocked off
Totes tax, [F] ain't been home in a month, got my whole man
[Ebm] They need me in the trap but I can't go back
I done done a poor with a hundred dollar slab
I [D] got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
[F] Every vibe I ever shot, my shot ain't call it
[Ebm] Everything you ever see me ride, ain't bought it
Big dog status, I ain't got a cell drawer, put [D] my craft in the rack, then I took off
[F] New G wagon, no keys, it's a push [Ebm] start, I can hit the gas, make a diss up
When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [Abm] everything's gone right
Made a brick through a brick, can't whip up shit, [Eb] this pure cocaine
From the streets, but I got a lil' sense, but I had to [Ab] go Coop, no brain
[Abm] Ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and I do [Ebm] my thing
When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [D] everything's gone right
[F] Made a brick through a brick, can't whip up shit, [Ebm] this pure cocaine
From the streets, but I got a lil' sense, but I had to [D] go Coop, no brain
[F] Ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and [Ebm] I do my thing
[A] [N]
Key:  
Ebm
13421116
F
134211111
D
1321
Abm
123111114
Bb
12341111
Ebm
13421116
F
134211111
D
1321
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To learn Lil Baby - Pure Cocaine chords, grasp the musical fabric of the song with this sequence - D, F, Ebm and D of chords. To build a solid grasp, start slowly at 63 BPM and then match the original tempo of 127 BPM. To match your vocal range and chord inclination, adjust the capo in line with the key: Eb Major.

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[Ebm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [D] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [D] everything's gone right
Yeah, made [F] a brick do a brick, I ain't whip up shit, this [Ebm] pure cocaine
Yeah, from the streets but I got a lil' six but I had to go [D] cook no brain
No brain, I [F] ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do and [Ebm] I do my thing
Bought a brand new shoes, told a kick rock [D] don't stand too close
Diamonds kickboxed, [F] ain't red, mean gold so I don't stop
I [Ebm] know they wish they can catch me but keep wishin' you
Think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
[Bb] Tryna stuff as much as I can in these bitches
Made [Abm] your bitch fuck on my man, there's no difference
I [Ebm] ain't never popped no Xan, I sip scissor
If I ever have to turn on the gang I won't do it
If [Db] I put it in a song I send it up in doors
I [Abm] can't put it in my song, I know how the feds go
[Ebm] Scream free out of the house but I ain't no fam gon'
Gave my mama ten bands and sent it to Cancun
Got [Abm] the crowd goin' down but I ain't no down four
If I went in there and did it, it made it you can too
But it came a [Gb] long way from broken [Ebm] shine shoes
When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [D] everything's gone right
Yeah, made [F] a brick do a brick, I ain't whip up shit, [Ebm] this pure cocaine
Yeah, from the streets but I got a lil' sense but I had to [D] go cook no brain _
[F] Ain't worry about you, I'ma do what [Db] I do and I do [Ebm] my thing
When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [D] everything's gone right
Yeah, made [F] a brick do a brick, I ain't whip up shit, [Ebm] this pure cocaine
Yeah, from the streets but I got a lil' sense but I had to [D] go cook no brain _
[F] Ain't worry about you, I'ma do what I do and [Ebm] I do my thing
Got a quarter million dollars in a boot bag
[Bb] New era, I'm a dope boy, no cap
[F] I'm livin' my best life for real, just [Ebm] left the dealership
No tax, if we opposite it won't [Eb] work, it won't last, [D] get the opposite knocked off
Totes tax, [F] ain't been home in a month, got my whole man
[Ebm] They need me in the trap but I can't go back
I done done a poor with a hundred dollar slab
I [D] got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
[F] Every vibe I ever shot, my shot ain't call it
[Ebm] Everything you ever see me ride, ain't bought it
Big dog status, I ain't got a cell drawer, put [D] my craft in the rack, then I took off
[F] New G wagon, no keys, it's a push [Ebm] start, I can hit the gas, make a diss up
When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [Abm] everything's gone right _
Made a brick through a brick, can't whip up shit, [Eb] this pure cocaine _
From the streets, but I got a lil' sense, but I had to [Ab] go Coop, no brain _
[Abm] Ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and I do [Ebm] my thing
When you rich like this you don't try to forecast [D] everything's gone right
[F] Made a brick through a brick, can't whip up shit, [Ebm] this pure cocaine
From the streets, but I got a lil' sense, but I had to [D] go Coop, _ no brain
[F] Ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and [Ebm] I do my thing _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _

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This song is part of Street Gossip album.

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