Lights Chords by Wifisfuneral

Tempo:
100 bpm
Chords used:

F#

E

C#

G

G#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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wifisfuneral - Lights chords
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[G]
[G#]
[A] I just need a rack in the sack throw 100 [F#] shades to climb it okay I'm the weatherman
Flexin' hella elegant, splain your watch I'm heaven sent this flexin' shit might take ya bitch
Dream all up my chest I'm such a mess fuck up a check as if I'm serving ya
Sell that boy compressed he think his ass boy he's a lick okay okay okay okay okay
One two then I'm through, right up on that fuck nigga as soon as he walk up in the room
Chop up crank that soldier, yo bitch pussy hit that yule
Sittin' like I'm Ric Flair, slick poppin' with the tip of my ear dick all on ya bitch like woo
I peep jealousy all in the room they hate on me like jitterbugs when they don't eat they vegetables
Now tell me what the fuck you do, gas roll big smoking drink keep going nigga yes he sippin' minimal
Talking like I'm not but where [E] I'm from Bupont Beach is where you're thangin' to
[C#] I see dead faces [E] when I'm coming through that chain
All I know I need that guac put that ketchup in that vest
Slit waist dick cause I need that hoda please I'm dressed
Ayy hold up by my shop they say all that lights on me
Let it, yeah, yeah, they say [F#] all them lights on me
Let em shine, let em shine, they say that all them lights on me
Let em shine, let em shine, they say that all them lights on me
Let em shine, [A] let em shine, they say that all them lights [G#] on me
Ayy, fuck [C#] boy yeah I'm shining like some perms in my [G] mouth thuggin' wow
Feeling like I'm [C] Boosie Black ain't no [Em] seven I got some hoes they wipe me down
Pull up on my skis I be like please just show it ease
But hey lowkey I know that [F#] fuck man I don't wanna bend it out
Dirty shirt nigga but I bet it's designer
Bro was a lame back in high school but I bet I'm Frick Shone now
You got autograph on the riff listen groupies I'm flexing now
Okay now I say like what it do you know me homie no phony
Local trainer either these hoes know just to get around
I put that on the fast step and they shit they can tell me now
All I ever know is get it tell my fucking principal that eat a [F] fucking dick
P.S. fuck nigga I'm [E] so slick when I'm coming through that chain
All I [C#] know I need that why I put that cash up in the Vest
Slip away [E] stay I need a ho to please undress
Ayy, 🔥 Bout my show up, need all them lights on me
[F#]
They say all them lights on me
Lemme say, lemme say
They say that all them lights on me
Let them, and they say they all them lights on me
Let them, and they say they all them lights on me Ayy
[Bm] [F#]
Key:  
F#
134211112
E
2311
C#
12341114
G
2131
G#
134211114
F#
134211112
E
2311
C#
12341114
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To start learning Wifisfuneral - Lights chords, delve into these chords sequence to get the song's feel: A, Abm, Ab and Abm. Kick off your practice at a gentle 37 BPM, then escalate to the song's tempo of 75 BPM. With the song's key of Ab Minor, set your capo to fit your vocal range and chord choice.

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_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] I just need a rack in the sack throw 100 [F#] shades to climb it okay I'm the weatherman
Flexin' hella elegant, splain your watch I'm heaven sent this flexin' shit might take ya bitch
Dream all up my chest I'm such a mess fuck up a check as if I'm serving ya
Sell that boy compressed he think his ass boy he's a lick okay okay okay okay okay
One two then I'm through, right up on that fuck nigga as soon as he walk up in the room
Chop up crank that soldier, yo bitch pussy hit that yule
Sittin' like I'm Ric Flair, slick poppin' with the tip of my ear dick all on ya bitch like woo
I peep jealousy all in the room they hate on me like jitterbugs when they don't eat they vegetables
Now tell me what the fuck you do, gas roll big smoking drink keep going nigga yes he sippin' minimal
Talking like I'm not but where [E] I'm from Bupont Beach is where you're thangin' to
[C#] I see dead faces [E] when I'm coming through that chain
All I know I need that guac put that ketchup in that vest
Slit waist dick cause I need that hoda please I'm dressed
Ayy hold up by my shop they say all that lights on me
Let it, yeah, yeah, they say [F#] all them lights on me
Let em shine, let em shine, they say that all them lights on me
Let em shine, let em shine, they say that all them lights on me
Let em shine, [A] let em shine, they say that all them lights [G#] on me
Ayy, fuck [C#] boy yeah I'm shining like some perms in my [G] mouth thuggin' wow
Feeling like I'm [C] Boosie Black ain't no [Em] seven I got some hoes they wipe me down
Pull up on my skis I be like please just show it ease
But hey lowkey I know that [F#] fuck man I don't wanna bend it out
Dirty shirt nigga but I bet it's designer
Bro was a lame back in high school but I bet I'm Frick Shone now
You got autograph on the riff listen groupies I'm flexing now
Okay now I say like what it do you know me homie no phony
Local trainer either these hoes know just to get around
I put that on the fast step and they shit they can tell me now
All I ever know is get it tell my fucking principal that eat a [F] fucking dick
P.S. fuck nigga I'm [E] so slick when I'm coming through that chain
All I [C#] know I need that why I put that cash up in the Vest
Slip away [E] stay I need a ho to please undress
Ayy, 🔥 Bout my show up, need all them lights on me
_ [F#] _
They say all them lights on me
Lemme say, lemme say
They say that all them lights on me
Let them, and they say they all them lights on me
Let them, and they say they all them lights on me Ayy
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _

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