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Original Key: F# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 95 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] F#m (Killer) Yeah F#m I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold blooded (Killer) F#m Made all this money from doin' this (Yeah, look) F#m d.a. got that dope Australia.xemloibaihat.com [CHORUS] F#m Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty F#m Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money F#m Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny F#m Earn it just to burn it, swag drip— [VERSE] F#m I used to rock a toboggan F#m Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady F#m Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin' F#m I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby F#m Tryna fiancé me F#m I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy) F#m I'm on a song with my idol F#m I'm a cold blooded version of the song title F#m I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels F#m I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle F#m I take this shit to the cleaners F#m 'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor F#m She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner F#m Called the front desk and asked for a steamer F#m I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer F#m I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars F#m She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper F#m Same kid just a bit sleeker Australia.xemloibaihat.com [CHORUS] F#m Yeah, now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty F#m Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money F#m Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny F#m Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh) [VERSE] F#m They say my killing's horrendous, "How he still in the business?" F#m Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous F#m Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic F#m Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension F#m I held my position in any situation that's needed F#m This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated F#m I see the impact of all my creations increasin' F#m My step in time with these Pantheons, it all was divine F#m I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line F#m And lookin' back, I swear to god, you'd think it all was designed F#m A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch F#m All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit F#m A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin' F#m I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with F#m I manifest nothing less than the best outcome F#m Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga [CHORUS] F#m Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty F#m Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money F#m Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny F#m Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [VERSE] F#m My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict F#m I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it F#m But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered F#m When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror (Haha) F#m If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?) F#m We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate F#m 'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (Yup) F#m I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate F#m Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (What?) F#m But I think your thottie just thought of me F#m She got a body and bottom like Cardi B F#m And she be stalking me like I was broccoli F#m I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy F#m You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy (What?) F#m It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first F#m Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours F#m You bum bum (Haha), look at your broke ass (Yeah) F#m It's why you're a bum bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (Yeah) F#m Syllable gun guns (Chk chk), spits and goes "Hadoo" (Doo) F#m Only L that I ever took was when I lost Proof (Yeah) F#m Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?) F#m But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you (Accost you) F#m Homicides up the wazoo F#m (Chain) Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi odi odies than John do (John do) F#m Just called Snoop and I talked to him (What?), we all cool (Yeah) F#m Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you F#m Got a castle with a solid gold floor (What?) F#m No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor F#m Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for F#m You don't wanna fuck around and start no war (Nah) F#m Twenty more years, I could probably go for F#m Just like your lip and you got a cold sore F#m My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes F#m You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (Bitch) F#m Literally it's no quittin' me, you kiddin' me? F#m Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me F#m I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia F#m The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia F#m You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous F#m But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is F#m East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon F#m Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet F#m How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit? F#m I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (Nah) F#m 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (What?) F#m Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep beep beep F#m She said she fucks with the M T B to the M B: Side B Slim CD F#m I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat (Haha) F#m So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and you corny F#m Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning [CHORUS] F#m Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty F#m Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money F#m Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny F#m Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [OUTRO] F#m Yeah, I'm a (Killer) F#m Yeah, I'm a what, I'm a cold blooded (Killer)
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Original Key: F# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 95 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] F#m (Killer) Yeah F#m I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold blooded (Killer) F#m Made all this money from doin' this (Yeah, look) F#m d.a. got that dope Australia.xemloibaihat.com [CHORUS] F#m Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty F#m Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money F#m Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny F#m Earn it just to burn it, swag drip— [VERSE] F#m I used to rock a toboggan F#m Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady F#m Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin' F#m I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby F#m Tryna fiancé me F#m I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy) F#m I'm on a song with my idol F#m I'm a cold blooded version of the song title F#m I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels F#m I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle F#m I take this shit to the cleaners F#m 'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor F#m She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner F#m Called the front desk and asked for a steamer F#m I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer F#m I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars F#m She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper F#m Same kid just a bit sleeker Australia.xemloibaihat.com [CHORUS] F#m Yeah, now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty F#m Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money F#m Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny F#m Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh) [VERSE] F#m They say my killing's horrendous, "How he still in the business?" F#m Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous F#m Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic F#m Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension F#m I held my position in any situation that's needed F#m This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated F#m I see the impact of all my creations increasin' F#m My step in time with these Pantheons, it all was divine F#m I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line F#m And lookin' back, I swear to god, you'd think it all was designed F#m A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch F#m All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit F#m A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin' F#m I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with F#m I manifest nothing less than the best outcome F#m Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga [CHORUS] F#m Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty F#m Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money F#m Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny F#m Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [VERSE] F#m My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict F#m I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it F#m But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered F#m When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror (Haha) F#m If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?) F#m We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate F#m 'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (Yup) F#m I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate F#m Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (What?) F#m But I think your thottie just thought of me F#m She got a body and bottom like Cardi B F#m And she be stalking me like I was broccoli F#m I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy F#m You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy (What?) F#m It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first F#m Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours F#m You bum bum (Haha), look at your broke ass (Yeah) F#m It's why you're a bum bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (Yeah) F#m Syllable gun guns (Chk chk), spits and goes "Hadoo" (Doo) F#m Only L that I ever took was when I lost Proof (Yeah) F#m Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?) F#m But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you (Accost you) F#m Homicides up the wazoo F#m (Chain) Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi odi odies than John do (John do) F#m Just called Snoop and I talked to him (What?), we all cool (Yeah) F#m Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you F#m Got a castle with a solid gold floor (What?) F#m No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor F#m Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for F#m You don't wanna fuck around and start no war (Nah) F#m Twenty more years, I could probably go for F#m Just like your lip and you got a cold sore F#m My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes F#m You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (Bitch) F#m Literally it's no quittin' me, you kiddin' me? F#m Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me F#m I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia F#m The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia F#m You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous F#m But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is F#m East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon F#m Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet F#m How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit? F#m I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (Nah) F#m 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (What?) F#m Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep beep beep F#m She said she fucks with the M T B to the M B: Side B Slim CD F#m I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat (Haha) F#m So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and you corny F#m Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning [CHORUS] F#m Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty F#m Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money F#m Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny F#m Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [OUTRO] F#m Yeah, I'm a (Killer) F#m Yeah, I'm a what, I'm a cold blooded (Killer)
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