Chords for Bloodshot (feat. Wavy Jone$)
Tempo:
110.35 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
Ab
Gb
F
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[Ab] [Bbm] don't need a motherfucker tellin' me shit, that shit been [C] alone since seventeen.
perfection, so keep on evictin' and [Ab] governin' us.
done, skeevin' that pasta, you're puttin' on my stomach.
Monica?
the masses, ho!
want war.
[Bbm]
[Ab] [Bbm] don't need a motherfucker tellin' me shit, that shit been [C] alone since seventeen.
perfection, so keep on evictin' and [Ab] governin' us.
done, skeevin' that pasta, you're puttin' on my stomach.
Monica?
the masses, ho!
want war.
100% ➙ 110BPM
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C
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[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] don't _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
need a motherfucker tellin' me shit, that shit been [C] alone since seventeen.
Tell me to [Gb] get out this shit, I be skittin' [Bbm] up and up above.
I don't seek out perfection, so keep on evictin' and [Ab] governin' us.
Big buck tees like a young king done, skeevin' that pasta, you're puttin' on my stomach.
Tell me, what do you wear when we in Santa Monica?
Yeah, she's still a punk, bitch.
[Bbm] If you ain't done with the gang, I'll doubly be like all of the masses, ho!
Pussy boy don't want beef, pussy boy, pussy boy don't want war.
Pussy boy, pussy boy ain't bad shit, but that pussy boy always gon' ask for more.
Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know me, pussy boy, pussy boy don't know ghosts.
Oh, I'm schemin' your ho, I'm deep in the throat.
[G] You're wifin' that bitch, well I'm hyped if you showin' I pull up on stunt.
Smokin' on some, come on and unleash my blowin' [Ab] above, then I'll stare at the sun.
[Bbm] Loadin' my gun, my mind feelin' I'm takin' my time and it's come, I ain't spotted, my youth sick and tired of the truth.
Let my soul separate, it required a proof, reincarnate the curse.
I'm shackled to dust, [F] the product of sin, ain't no god I can trust.
Turn your radio, put my system down, I'm losing control.
Shut your eyes, I'll crush your brain, I'm hearing voices in my fucking head.
Turn your radio, put my system down, I'm [Ab] losing control.
Shut your eyes, I'll crush your brain, I'm hearing [B] voices in my fucking head. _ _ _ _ _
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[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] don't _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
need a motherfucker tellin' me shit, that shit been [C] alone since seventeen.
Tell me to [Gb] get out this shit, I be skittin' [Bbm] up and up above.
I don't seek out perfection, so keep on evictin' and [Ab] governin' us.
Big buck tees like a young king done, skeevin' that pasta, you're puttin' on my stomach.
Tell me, what do you wear when we in Santa Monica?
Yeah, she's still a punk, bitch.
[Bbm] If you ain't done with the gang, I'll doubly be like all of the masses, ho!
Pussy boy don't want beef, pussy boy, pussy boy don't want war.
Pussy boy, pussy boy ain't bad shit, but that pussy boy always gon' ask for more.
Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know me, pussy boy, pussy boy don't know ghosts.
Oh, I'm schemin' your ho, I'm deep in the throat.
[G] You're wifin' that bitch, well I'm hyped if you showin' I pull up on stunt.
Smokin' on some, come on and unleash my blowin' [Ab] above, then I'll stare at the sun.
[Bbm] Loadin' my gun, my mind feelin' I'm takin' my time and it's come, I ain't spotted, my youth sick and tired of the truth.
Let my soul separate, it required a proof, reincarnate the curse.
I'm shackled to dust, [F] the product of sin, ain't no god I can trust.
Turn your radio, put my system down, I'm losing control.
Shut your eyes, I'll crush your brain, I'm hearing voices in my fucking head.
Turn your radio, put my system down, I'm [Ab] losing control.
Shut your eyes, I'll crush your brain, I'm hearing [B] voices in my fucking head. _ _ _ _ _
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