Bones - Timberlake (Feat. Juicy J) | CAR VIDEO Chords
Tempo:
87.025 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Ab
Cm
Eb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm] [Ab] [Cm] [Gm] [Ab]
[Eb] [Ab] [Cm] Bones [Gm] [Ab] the juice [Gm] man
[Ab] [Cm] [Ab]
[Gm] [Ab]
[G] [Gm]
[A] [Gm]
Age like wine, [Cm] sippin' that she [Gm] fine
Negative mind, baby, bones not kind
Poison in my lungs, dope until I'm done
Bang me alive with 150 blunts
Lit, I'ma spit like a kid on the beat
Always got me high, just thinkin' spittin' fast
So get fit, get ramped, get shit, get robbed
Your life's set, I'll take your ice
Watch you melt, take [Eb] a life
I got two bad bitches [Ab] suckin' at the same time
[A] The way they have my toes [Ab] curled up should be a crime
[Gm] Roll me up some killer, [Ab] bitch, I smoke that
Homicide, [A] doctor did a [Gm] CAT scan
He said, boy, your brain's fried
I sent dunes out to meet you, it won't be no drive-by
Put a ticket on your head, now there's money [Eb] on your mind
Nine-figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire
All my ice hidden, I feel like a richie dad
Tony Montana with the gold silverware
And I come from North Memphis line, Target's grizzly bear
All these niggas [Cm] hatin', got some winnin' and they [Gm] ain't
All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank
I feel like a piggy bank
Oh, I feel [Eb] like a piggy bank
All these quarters in my [Gm] lungs, I feel like a piggy [Cm] bank
But you hoes think
[Gm] Nigga, A's with the O's and the bye-bye-bye
It's a belay, the K's say bye-bye-bye
Got my hand on your bitch, yeah, she mine, mine, mine
Every time I get low, I get high, high, high
[Ab] [Cm] [Gm]
[Eb] [Ab] [Cm] Bones [Gm] [Ab] the juice [Gm] man
[Ab] [Cm] [Ab]
[Gm] [Ab]
[G] [Gm]
[A] [Gm]
Age like wine, [Cm] sippin' that she [Gm] fine
Negative mind, baby, bones not kind
Poison in my lungs, dope until I'm done
Bang me alive with 150 blunts
Lit, I'ma spit like a kid on the beat
Always got me high, just thinkin' spittin' fast
So get fit, get ramped, get shit, get robbed
Your life's set, I'll take your ice
Watch you melt, take [Eb] a life
I got two bad bitches [Ab] suckin' at the same time
[A] The way they have my toes [Ab] curled up should be a crime
[Gm] Roll me up some killer, [Ab] bitch, I smoke that
Homicide, [A] doctor did a [Gm] CAT scan
He said, boy, your brain's fried
I sent dunes out to meet you, it won't be no drive-by
Put a ticket on your head, now there's money [Eb] on your mind
Nine-figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire
All my ice hidden, I feel like a richie dad
Tony Montana with the gold silverware
And I come from North Memphis line, Target's grizzly bear
All these niggas [Cm] hatin', got some winnin' and they [Gm] ain't
All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank
I feel like a piggy bank
Oh, I feel [Eb] like a piggy bank
All these quarters in my [Gm] lungs, I feel like a piggy [Cm] bank
But you hoes think
[Gm] Nigga, A's with the O's and the bye-bye-bye
It's a belay, the K's say bye-bye-bye
Got my hand on your bitch, yeah, she mine, mine, mine
Every time I get low, I get high, high, high
[Ab] [Cm] [Gm]
Key:
Gm
Ab
Cm
Eb
A
Gm
Ab
Cm
[Gm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] _ [Gm] _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Cm] Bones [Gm] _ [Ab] the juice [Gm] man
_ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Age like wine, [Cm] sippin' that she [Gm] fine
Negative mind, baby, bones not kind
Poison in my lungs, dope until I'm done
Bang me alive with 150 blunts
Lit, I'ma spit like a kid on the beat
Always got me high, just thinkin' spittin' fast
So get fit, get ramped, get shit, get robbed
Your life's set, I'll take your ice
Watch you melt, take [Eb] a life
I got two bad bitches [Ab] suckin' at the same time
[A] The way they have my toes [Ab] curled up should be a crime
[Gm] Roll me up some killer, [Ab] bitch, I smoke that
Homicide, [A] doctor did a [Gm] CAT scan
He said, boy, your brain's fried
I sent dunes out to meet you, it won't be no drive-by
Put a ticket on your head, now there's money [Eb] on your mind
Nine-figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire
All my ice hidden, I feel like a richie dad
Tony Montana with the gold silverware
And I come from North Memphis line, Target's grizzly bear
All these niggas [Cm] hatin', got some winnin' and they [Gm] ain't
All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank
I feel like a piggy bank
Oh, I feel [Eb] like a piggy bank
All these quarters in my [Gm] lungs, I feel like a piggy [Cm] bank
But you hoes think
[Gm] Nigga, A's with the O's and the bye-bye-bye
It's a belay, the K's say bye-bye-bye
Got my hand on your bitch, yeah, she mine, mine, mine
Every time I get low, I get high, high, high
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] _ [Gm] _
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Cm] Bones [Gm] _ [Ab] the juice [Gm] man
_ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Age like wine, [Cm] sippin' that she [Gm] fine
Negative mind, baby, bones not kind
Poison in my lungs, dope until I'm done
Bang me alive with 150 blunts
Lit, I'ma spit like a kid on the beat
Always got me high, just thinkin' spittin' fast
So get fit, get ramped, get shit, get robbed
Your life's set, I'll take your ice
Watch you melt, take [Eb] a life
I got two bad bitches [Ab] suckin' at the same time
[A] The way they have my toes [Ab] curled up should be a crime
[Gm] Roll me up some killer, [Ab] bitch, I smoke that
Homicide, [A] doctor did a [Gm] CAT scan
He said, boy, your brain's fried
I sent dunes out to meet you, it won't be no drive-by
Put a ticket on your head, now there's money [Eb] on your mind
Nine-figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire
All my ice hidden, I feel like a richie dad
Tony Montana with the gold silverware
And I come from North Memphis line, Target's grizzly bear
All these niggas [Cm] hatin', got some winnin' and they [Gm] ain't
All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank
I feel like a piggy bank
Oh, I feel [Eb] like a piggy bank
All these quarters in my [Gm] lungs, I feel like a piggy [Cm] bank
But you hoes think
[Gm] Nigga, A's with the O's and the bye-bye-bye
It's a belay, the K's say bye-bye-bye
Got my hand on your bitch, yeah, she mine, mine, mine
Every time I get low, I get high, high, high
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] _ [Gm] _