Chords for Chance The Rapper - Fuck You Tahm Bout (Official Video)

[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Ebm] 10 days?
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_ [Ebm] _ Are you for real?
Are you [B] serious?
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_ _ [B] Fuckin' [Ebm] damn it!
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_ _ [B] _ _ [Ebm] _ I'm fuckin' signed [Abm] out, [Ebm] nigga, I'm fuckin' signed out
Nigga, _ [Abm] _ _ [Ebm] _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] fuck [Ebm] _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ this house, [Abm] go and [Ebm] everything's signed out
Don't ask me for no [Abm] ID, bitch, I'm [Ebm] fuckin' signed out
Bitch, I've been [B] suspended, bitch, I've been on [Ebm] timeout
Wakin' [B] up in grind mode and sleepin' in a grind house
So please don't [Ebm] hit my [Abm] line bout, the party [Ebm] tryin' to find out
What time that shit gon' [B] start and when it end, or who gon' [Ebm] come out
Or if I [B] walk the stage, I've been on stage since I [Ebm] could rhyme out
Shows and shows and [B] takes, I'm tryin' to get my fuckin' lines out
So please don't take my bick out, my book [Ebm] out, my pick out, my hair, my [B] fuckin' big mouth
You dickhead, you dipped out, a class and now you shit out
A luck who's [Ebm] fuckin' slick now, and [B] where them rhymes you written down
I hope you get a mix down with a diss track from this round
And my dick stacked with this bitch mouth, give a high five to my teacher
Face my principal, [Ebm] that bitch pow, and now you got a [B] switch gown
We caught you little [Ebm] rascal, we got you throwin' pencils
[Abm] When you coulda thrown a tassel, I'm [Ebm] fuckin' signed, [B] [Ebm] fuckin' signed _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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When you _ coulda thrown a tassel, I'm fuckin' [B] signed, fuckin' [Ebm] _
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_ [B] _ _ _ [Ebm] Nigga, you're all [Abm] weakling
While you talkin' [Ebm] D-link
Like all my nigga [Abm] Flippers
Nigga, you're [Ebm] a weakling
You ain't nothin', but my [B] seedling
I'll hang you from the [Ebm] ceiling
And leave your little [B] ass leaking And leave your body stinking
Dude, your [Gb] ass been [B] drinking Or you just [Ebm] wasn't thinking
I hit you with a [E] six piece Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, [Ebm] bing
I hear your [B] pockets jingling It's calling me like [Ebm] ring, ring
I choke you with your [B] bling, bling Then run faster than Ting Ting
And all these goofy mad thugs Like, why he such an asshole?
And I ain't even mad, yo I'll stab you with a spiral reaver
That shit ain't even rhyme, nigga I'm fucked up out [Ebm] my mind, nigga
I stay right off the [B] nine, nigga That way they [Ebm] try and find, nigga
Feeling froggy, better tim it off Heart's feelings gone, put a man in blunt
Cause niggas don't wanna get vended [B] off
Said tough in that [Ebm] dope, send it up Used to send it up in my scandal
I say money nigga really won't spend a buck Give me that cash, that been with [B] up
Pockets keep that denim rug like a hat
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