Chord Cooler Than A Bitch by Gunna feat Roddy Ricch

Lirik dan Chord Cooler Than A Bitch Gunna feat Roddy Ricch - Dapatkan akses kunci gitar terbaru lengkap dengan fitur transpose otomatis. CHORD Intro Em Bm Em Bm Hey Em Bm Em Bm Hey Chorus: Gunna Em Cooler than a bitch Cool Bm Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP Yeah Em Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks Yeah Bm Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship Woah Em It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist Ice Bm I reached every goal, had to write another list Yeah Em I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip Stroke Bm I fly across the globe and I call another hit Fly Em They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get Slime Bm I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch Bottom off the ditch Em Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits Runnin' out of hits Bm Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit Yeah Em We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit Shoot him Bm I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit Far as I can spit Em We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it Like it, then you get it Bm We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it Tall Verse 1: Gunna Em I feel like a rocket, I'm goin' outer space Outer space Bm Got pretty vibes with me, I make sure all of 'em straight Em I dress a bitch, I put her in some Prada and BAPE Bm Young Wunna international in all fifty states Woah Em Listen, I might buss a nigga, war ready Bm Chop a nigga crew with a machete Em Smokin' gasoline, ninety-three, unleaded Bm Card never D'd, I can spend without a limit Yeah Em Three Rolls watches and they all got baguetties Woah Bm I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy Yeah Em You ain't did nothin' for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek Bm She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four 'matic Benz Em This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric Bm Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket Em Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we fuckin' in the palace Bm When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a nigga status, up a nigga status Chorus: Gunna Em Cooler than a bitch Cool Bm Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP Yeah Em Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks Yeah Bm Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship Woah Em It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist Ice Bm I reached every goal, had to write another list Yeah Em I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip Stroke Bm I fly across the globe and I call another hit Fly Em They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get Slime Bm I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch Bottom off the ditch Em Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits Runnin' out of hits Bm Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit Yeah Em We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit Shoot him Bm I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit Far as I can spit Em We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it Like it, then you get it Bm We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it Tall Verse 2: Roddy Ricch Em Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm Bm Traphouse, had bitches countin' hundreds in the room Em How you claimin' you a street nigga havin' loose lips? Bm Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship Em Got my niggas in the feds, gettin' loads when they get out Bm Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out Em Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse Bm She ain't tryna give me no neck, she had to get out Em Send my young shooters, go wet some shit Bm Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis Em When I pull up Mulsanne, she get crackin' on the dick Bm Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip Em Get her Saint Laurent, what's your shoe size? Bm Fucked her, I done came 'bout two times, yeah Em I got top on top the rooftop, yeah Bm Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah Chorus: Gunna Em Cooler than a bitch Cool Bm Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP Yeah Em Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks Yeah Bm Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship Woah Em It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist Ice Bm I reached every goal, had to write another list Yeah Em I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip Stroke Bm I fly across the globe and I call another hit Fly Em They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get Slime Bm I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch Bottom off the ditch Em Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits Runnin' out of hits Bm Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit Yeah Em We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit Shoot him Bm I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit Far as I can spit Em We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it Like it, then you get it Bm We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it Tall Outro Em Bm Ice yeah Em Bm Em Bm Slime Em Runnin' out of hits Bm Yeah