Chords for A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Savage [Official Audio]
Tempo:
79.9 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Fm
Ab
C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
[Cm] [Fm]
[Cm]
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch, but I found out she was [Fm] a side bitch.
Ain't have shit but that was back [Cm] then, now I'm established, I got [C] magic.
And what [Cm] the fuck love, that shit don't belong here, I wish I knew the devil was so pretty
with [D] long hair.
Yeah, fuckin' with me niggas all the time, yeah.
[Cm] I'm just hippin' up the kid, ain't [G] mine, [Fm] yeah.
Tippy toes, club, [Cm] and she make me get up on my tippy toes [Dm] when I hit it up.
She like, [Fm] yo, fuck with Henny though, but [Cm] I put the 42 up in her anyway and [Fm] she get
80 though, yeah.
Petty hoes, [Cm] sneak up in the section next to me so they could [Fm] be in video, yeah.
You [Ab] already know, my [Cm] west side niggas, told me that they [C] G, they tryna go.
[Cm] Throw it up like LeBron now.
42, yo, spa, make her [Fm] calm down.
Feel like young black Bruce Wayne, black whips out.
[Cm] My niggas is used to robbin', they still rob now.
And [Ab] you can smell the gas through the plastic.
[Gm] Damn, I always thought my last bitch would be my [F] last bitch, yeah.
Somethin' bout that ass, I [C] swear she wasn't average, [G] yeah.
Make it hard for me to tell you was a [Fm] side bitch.
So shy, dressin' just like Gucci [Ab] shoes with the socks.
You paranoid, I look over my shoulder [Cm] a lot.
Trump ties, walkin' ratchet hoes on [Cm] the block.
You [Fm] traumatized, that's why I hate my past.
Now I dress up, they wanna take my swag.
Whole different bra, cardin', yeah, my glasses.
Tryna ride my whip, but you don't [Cm] lose your vibe.
Say that to [Fm] a dude, but we don't move in silence, yeah.
I don't fuck around with Instagrammers.
I can believe he keep at least one [Ab] camera, yeah.
Don't get jammed up by no bitch, I said right there.
[Gm]
I always [C] thought my last bitch would be my last bitch.
That's until I found out she was a [Fm] side bitch.
I ain't have [Ab] shit, but that was back then.
[Cm] Now I'm established, I got mad drip, [Fm] yeah.
Fuck love, [Ab] that shit don't belong here.
[Cm] Wish I knew my brother was so pretty with the [D] long hair.
[Fm] Don't come with me, niggas out of town, yeah.
[Cm] I'm just hopin' that we get in line, yeah.
[Fm]
[Cm] [Fm]
[G] [Cm]
[Fm] [G] [B]
[Cm]
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch, but I found out she was [Fm] a side bitch.
Ain't have shit but that was back [Cm] then, now I'm established, I got [C] magic.
And what [Cm] the fuck love, that shit don't belong here, I wish I knew the devil was so pretty
with [D] long hair.
Yeah, fuckin' with me niggas all the time, yeah.
[Cm] I'm just hippin' up the kid, ain't [G] mine, [Fm] yeah.
Tippy toes, club, [Cm] and she make me get up on my tippy toes [Dm] when I hit it up.
She like, [Fm] yo, fuck with Henny though, but [Cm] I put the 42 up in her anyway and [Fm] she get
80 though, yeah.
Petty hoes, [Cm] sneak up in the section next to me so they could [Fm] be in video, yeah.
You [Ab] already know, my [Cm] west side niggas, told me that they [C] G, they tryna go.
[Cm] Throw it up like LeBron now.
42, yo, spa, make her [Fm] calm down.
Feel like young black Bruce Wayne, black whips out.
[Cm] My niggas is used to robbin', they still rob now.
And [Ab] you can smell the gas through the plastic.
[Gm] Damn, I always thought my last bitch would be my [F] last bitch, yeah.
Somethin' bout that ass, I [C] swear she wasn't average, [G] yeah.
Make it hard for me to tell you was a [Fm] side bitch.
So shy, dressin' just like Gucci [Ab] shoes with the socks.
You paranoid, I look over my shoulder [Cm] a lot.
Trump ties, walkin' ratchet hoes on [Cm] the block.
You [Fm] traumatized, that's why I hate my past.
Now I dress up, they wanna take my swag.
Whole different bra, cardin', yeah, my glasses.
Tryna ride my whip, but you don't [Cm] lose your vibe.
Say that to [Fm] a dude, but we don't move in silence, yeah.
I don't fuck around with Instagrammers.
I can believe he keep at least one [Ab] camera, yeah.
Don't get jammed up by no bitch, I said right there.
[Gm]
I always [C] thought my last bitch would be my last bitch.
That's until I found out she was a [Fm] side bitch.
I ain't have [Ab] shit, but that was back then.
[Cm] Now I'm established, I got mad drip, [Fm] yeah.
Fuck love, [Ab] that shit don't belong here.
[Cm] Wish I knew my brother was so pretty with the [D] long hair.
[Fm] Don't come with me, niggas out of town, yeah.
[Cm] I'm just hopin' that we get in line, yeah.
[Fm]
[Cm] [Fm]
[G] [Cm]
[Fm] [G] [B]
Key:
Cm
Fm
Ab
C
G
Cm
Fm
Ab
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_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch, but I found out she was [Fm] a side bitch.
Ain't have shit but that was back [Cm] then, now I'm established, I got [C] magic.
And what [Cm] the fuck love, that shit don't belong here, I wish I knew the devil was so pretty
with [D] long hair.
Yeah, fuckin' with me niggas all the time, yeah.
[Cm] I'm just hippin' up the kid, ain't [G] mine, [Fm] yeah.
Tippy toes, club, [Cm] and she make me get up on my tippy toes [Dm] when I hit it up.
She like, [Fm] yo, fuck with Henny though, but [Cm] I put the 42 up in her anyway and [Fm] she get
80 though, yeah.
_ Petty hoes, [Cm] sneak up in the section next to me so they could [Fm] be in video, yeah.
You [Ab] already know, my [Cm] west side niggas, told me that they [C] G, they tryna go.
[Cm] Throw it up like LeBron now.
42, yo, spa, make her [Fm] calm down.
Feel like young black Bruce Wayne, black whips out.
[Cm] My niggas is used to robbin', they still rob now.
And [Ab] you can smell the gas through the plastic.
[Gm] Damn, I always thought my last bitch would be my [F] last bitch, yeah.
Somethin' bout that ass, I [C] swear she wasn't average, [G] yeah.
Make it hard for me to tell you was a [Fm] side bitch.
So shy, dressin' just like Gucci [Ab] shoes with the socks.
You paranoid, I look over my shoulder [Cm] a lot.
Trump ties, walkin' ratchet hoes on [Cm] the block.
You [Fm] traumatized, that's why I hate my past.
Now I dress up, they wanna take my swag.
Whole different bra, cardin', yeah, my glasses.
Tryna ride my whip, but you don't [Cm] lose your vibe.
Say that to [Fm] a dude, but we don't move in silence, yeah.
I don't fuck around with Instagrammers.
I can believe he keep at least one [Ab] camera, yeah.
Don't get jammed up by no bitch, I said right there.
[Gm]
I always [C] thought my last bitch would be my last bitch.
That's until I found out she was a [Fm] side bitch.
I ain't have [Ab] shit, but that was back then.
[Cm] Now I'm established, I got mad drip, [Fm] yeah.
Fuck love, [Ab] that shit don't belong here.
[Cm] Wish I knew my brother was so pretty with the [D] long hair.
[Fm] Don't come with me, niggas out of town, yeah.
[Cm] I'm just hopin' that we get in line, yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [G] _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch, but I found out she was [Fm] a side bitch.
Ain't have shit but that was back [Cm] then, now I'm established, I got [C] magic.
And what [Cm] the fuck love, that shit don't belong here, I wish I knew the devil was so pretty
with [D] long hair.
Yeah, fuckin' with me niggas all the time, yeah.
[Cm] I'm just hippin' up the kid, ain't [G] mine, [Fm] yeah.
Tippy toes, club, [Cm] and she make me get up on my tippy toes [Dm] when I hit it up.
She like, [Fm] yo, fuck with Henny though, but [Cm] I put the 42 up in her anyway and [Fm] she get
80 though, yeah.
_ Petty hoes, [Cm] sneak up in the section next to me so they could [Fm] be in video, yeah.
You [Ab] already know, my [Cm] west side niggas, told me that they [C] G, they tryna go.
[Cm] Throw it up like LeBron now.
42, yo, spa, make her [Fm] calm down.
Feel like young black Bruce Wayne, black whips out.
[Cm] My niggas is used to robbin', they still rob now.
And [Ab] you can smell the gas through the plastic.
[Gm] Damn, I always thought my last bitch would be my [F] last bitch, yeah.
Somethin' bout that ass, I [C] swear she wasn't average, [G] yeah.
Make it hard for me to tell you was a [Fm] side bitch.
So shy, dressin' just like Gucci [Ab] shoes with the socks.
You paranoid, I look over my shoulder [Cm] a lot.
Trump ties, walkin' ratchet hoes on [Cm] the block.
You [Fm] traumatized, that's why I hate my past.
Now I dress up, they wanna take my swag.
Whole different bra, cardin', yeah, my glasses.
Tryna ride my whip, but you don't [Cm] lose your vibe.
Say that to [Fm] a dude, but we don't move in silence, yeah.
I don't fuck around with Instagrammers.
I can believe he keep at least one [Ab] camera, yeah.
Don't get jammed up by no bitch, I said right there.
[Gm]
I always [C] thought my last bitch would be my last bitch.
That's until I found out she was a [Fm] side bitch.
I ain't have [Ab] shit, but that was back then.
[Cm] Now I'm established, I got mad drip, [Fm] yeah.
Fuck love, [Ab] that shit don't belong here.
[Cm] Wish I knew my brother was so pretty with the [D] long hair.
[Fm] Don't come with me, niggas out of town, yeah.
[Cm] I'm just hopin' that we get in line, yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [G] _ [B] _ _ _