Chords for Bad Company

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96.7 bpm
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Ab

Eb

G

F

Gm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Bad Company chords
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People think you're stuck up, but we're all super good friends.
[Ab] It's only natural, I suppose.
But we're all super [N] good friends.
Um, I get the feeling that you're admired, but, um
I'm above average.
[C] I got so much [G] beef, I could barely sleep.
[Eb] Paranoia [Ab] got me losing all my Z's all day.
[F] Good Lord, mama [Ab] praying on her knees all day.
[F] If you still grunting when I up it, I'ma squeeze.
[Eb] Bad company's [Ab] bad for your company.
Bad company's bad for your company.
[D] Mag in the scheme, as [Ab] in case you come for me.
Got [Eb] mag in [F] the scheme, as in case [Ab] you come for me.
When [Gm] I say I got beef, they don't want no beef.
When they say they got beef, [G] they don't wanna eat.
If they [Eb] said they want smoke, they don't want no steam.
Put [Gm] a D on a [E] D.
Had a bachelor's degree.
[G] PhD while selling speed.
Fix the [G] face and fix the weave.
Now working on the self-esteem.
Hit a block.
[F] Roll this block.
[Ab] Nick, where you at?
Penalty [Eb] drop.
My new back, [Ab] in case you be the flop.
[F] At me.
That ain't money, [Ab] it's company.
Now I'm bad, shit's inside of me.
Bad company.
[Gm] You can't hang, baby.
We don't want you around here.
[Eb] Ice on my neck and it's froze.
Santa's rind, dear.
You got bad bitches.
Hell, I hope.
It's the sign, man.
Bad company.
Look, bro.
You can't hang here.
Getting money, so the ballers keep on coming.
[C] I'm ball-ringing, so you know the trap jumping.
That nigga looking at me, [Ab] he owe me some money.
I need [Db] this.
Hit him with the [C] tummy.
Now that nigga crumpled.
[Eb] Why these niggas playing games?
They [Ab] don't want no problems with me.
My [Eb] shooters got good guns.
[Ab] You know I brought them shotters with me.
Might not hit a fast time.
They say that someone told them this.
[D] Them niggas were [Abm] opposites.
They moo-rong, so I shot them, bitch.
I'm on fire.
[D] Dog [Fm] shit, too much smoke.
Got the billy, see the [Eb] fumes.
Acting [Ab] brand new like I don't see it.
When I do, who them folks?
Who in smoke?
Future close.
Give me room.
[Eb] Pony [F] flows.
Play it close.
Do the most.
Don't think [Eb] bad company.
That's [Ab] bad for your company.
Bad company.
That's bad for your company.
[D] Bad counters.
Now you [C] in the tunnel, bitch.
Black [Eb] mag tucked [Fm] underneath my new blue Dunker, bitch.
[Gm]
Flintstones bust down, [Ab] colored Maricona.
[Gm] Rudy Pebbles, Devin Wilmer, Betty, Fred, and Barney.
Bitch from out of town, I think she model at McClarney.
[Bb] Whiskey gang, lucky charm.
He told my jeweler, let her call me.
[A] I'm a come clean.
[G] I got hella beef.
[F] Paranoia [G] got me rolling up my sleeves.
OK.
Niggas hating [Fm] because I'm upping up the fees.
[Eb] Whole [Fm] team got beef.
Sony, peace.
OK.
[Eb] I [G] got so much beef, I [Ab] could barely sleep.
Paranoia got me losing on my Z's all day.
[Eb] Good love, [Ab] mama, praying on the knees all [Eb] day.
If you still fronting [Ab] when I up there, I'mma squeeze.
[N]
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Ab
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People think you're stuck up, but we're all super good friends.
[Ab] It's only natural, I suppose.
But we're all super [N] good friends.
Um, I get the feeling that you're admired, but, um_
I'm above average.
[C] I got so much [G] beef, I could barely sleep.
[Eb] Paranoia [Ab] got me losing all my Z's all day.
[F] Good Lord, mama [Ab] praying on her knees all day.
[F] If you still grunting when I up it, I'ma squeeze.
[Eb] Bad company's [Ab] bad for your company. _
Bad company's bad for your company.
[D] Mag in the scheme, as [Ab] in case you come for me.
Got [Eb] mag in [F] the scheme, as in case [Ab] you come for me.
When [Gm] I say I got beef, they don't want no beef.
When they say they got beef, [G] they don't wanna eat.
If they [Eb] said they want smoke, they don't want no steam.
Put [Gm] a D on a [E] D.
_ Had a bachelor's degree.
[G] PhD while selling speed.
Fix the [G] face and fix the weave.
Now working on the self-esteem.
Hit a block.
[F] Roll this block.
[Ab] Nick, where you at?
Penalty [Eb] drop.
My new back, [Ab] in case you be the flop.
[F] At me.
That ain't money, [Ab] it's company.
Now I'm bad, shit's inside of me.
Bad company.
_ [Gm] You can't hang, baby.
We don't want you around here.
[Eb] Ice on my neck and it's froze.
Santa's rind, dear.
You got bad bitches.
Hell, I hope.
It's the sign, man.
Bad company.
Look, bro.
You can't hang here.
Getting money, so the ballers keep on coming.
[C] I'm ball-ringing, so you know the trap jumping.
That nigga looking at me, [Ab] he owe me some money.
I need [Db] this.
Hit him with the [C] tummy.
Now that nigga crumpled.
[Eb] Why these niggas playing games?
They [Ab] don't want no problems with me.
My [Eb] shooters got good guns.
[Ab] You know I brought them shotters with me.
Might not hit a fast time.
They say that someone told them this.
[D] Them niggas were [Abm] opposites.
They moo-rong, so I shot them, bitch.
I'm on fire.
[D] Dog [Fm] shit, too much smoke.
Got the billy, see the [Eb] fumes.
Acting [Ab] brand new like I don't see it.
When I do, who them folks?
Who in smoke?
Future close.
Give me room.
[Eb] Pony [F] flows.
Play it close.
Do the most.
Don't think [Eb] bad company.
That's [Ab] bad for your company.
Bad company.
That's bad for your company.
_ [D] Bad counters.
Now you [C] in the tunnel, bitch.
Black [Eb] mag tucked [Fm] underneath my new blue Dunker, bitch.
[Gm] _
Flintstones bust down, [Ab] colored Maricona.
[Gm] Rudy Pebbles, Devin Wilmer, Betty, Fred, and Barney.
Bitch from out of town, I think she model at McClarney.
[Bb] Whiskey gang, lucky charm.
He told my jeweler, let her call me.
[A] I'm a come clean.
[G] I got hella beef.
[F] Paranoia [G] got me rolling up my sleeves.
OK.
Niggas hating [Fm] because I'm upping up the fees.
[Eb] Whole [Fm] team got beef.
Sony, peace.
OK.
[Eb] I [G] got so much beef, I [Ab] could barely sleep.
_ Paranoia got me losing on my Z's all day.
[Eb] Good love, [Ab] mama, praying on the knees all [Eb] day.
If you still fronting [Ab] when I up there, I'mma squeeze.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _