Chord Numbers by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie feat Roddy Ricch

Chord Numbers A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie feat Roddy Ricch - Kunci gitar dasar paling akurat untuk pemula, lengkap dengan lirik lagu asli. CHORD Intro Em Bm Em Bm Em Bm Em Bm We got London on da Track Chorus Em You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Bm Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way Em I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Bm Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away Post-Chorus Em I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up Bm And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama Em I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers Bm All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers Verse 1 Em Run up them numbers. OKC, you don't want no thunder Bm The old Tracy McGrady, the one. OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah Em Christian the sweater, Okay, Christian Dior the sweater Bm The double R came with the umbrella B7 When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah. Em Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans. Got some little homies, got some prodigies Bm And I spent five hundred on Prada tees. Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas Em Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat. I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet Bm B7 Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets Chorus Em You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Bm Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way Em I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Bm Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away Post-Chorus Em I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up Bm And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama Em I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers Bm All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers Verse 2 Em Fuck it, I ran up the numbers, piped up like a plumber and sold all the bundles Sold all the bundles Bm I paid off the debt to your honor and went got some commas and commas and commas Racks Em You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner You was a runner Bm I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em whatever Yeah Em I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up Bm They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them Em And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular Bm And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear B7 Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah Em I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah. I wanna speed off in a Cayenne Speed off in a Cayenne Bm I got a cup full of Hi-Tech. Have a pool party with the posse Pool party with the posse Em We be the talk of the topic. These fuck niggas don't where the drop at Uh Bm They won't want us ridin' in the drophead. And he mad that my bitch got a Masi' Chorus Em You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Bm Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way Em I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Bm Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away Post-Chorus Em I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up Bm And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama Em I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers Bm All my niggas know run up them numbers B7 Fuck it, run up them numbers outro Em Bm Em Bm