Chords for Chief Keef - Mailbox - Directed by J R Saint

Tempo:
70.125 bpm
Chords used:

Eb

E

Abm

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Chief Keef - Mailbox - Directed by J R Saint chords
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You [Eb] know I can't calm down, this one's served up.
Girls gone give me life, foreign to a murderous dutch.
Sitting at a red light, pouring this perp up.
See the LV's on my bus, why I'm lifting my shirt up.
Couch ain't served just, [E] hoe's trying to twerk X.
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose.
Got spice like red hot, you need to [Eb] keep your tail top.
I'm delivering this to you, put up [Abm] your mail box.
Niggas be really gnawing, niggas be really going.
Look up and the ceiling's gone, that ass I'm feeling on.
Give me a crystal and a million, like I popped me a willy on.
About to go get some more [E] change, like I ain't got enough jewelry on.
Went to the shop last night, and I looked up it was done.
Got a U-Haul bagging in, with equipment and more line.
You know we ain't really for a none, all I know is get paper.
I know killers, and they owe me big favors.
Bitches act on me like weekend, and some of what I eat is.
Stay your ass in two feet, and get your ass on the deep end.
Someone hand me a ashtray, that's my [Abm] boys who passed away.
Keep my mouth laminated, until the day I'm eliminated.
Now I'm down, bitch I'm too turned up.
Drugs gon' give me life, foreign to a murder.
Sitting at a red light, [Eb] pouring this perp up.
See the LV's on my [Abm] bus, while I lift my shirt up.
Caution, so stressed, caution, perp up.
Walking with all this ice, did it on perp bus.
Got spikes like red hot, need [Eb] to keep a tail top.
Hot Folk, I'm delivering this to [E] you, put it in your mailbox.
What's your address nigga, where you live at nigga?
We ain't trying to hit that nigga, you know I'm a real ass nigga.
You know I gotta get cash nigga, you [B] know I want it real bad nigga.
Me on niggas, while I'm down [E] on you, treat you like a little ass nigga.
Bitches see the ice, they see the car, they see the benz, they in the mood.
They get in until the spotters, where the car gon' take me.
I need top, I told them [Eb] bitches that like it was breaking news.
And you know I be about my chicken [E] bitch, no women knew.
Jail cell, not even bigger than my pantry.
We can't leave no tricks, I guess them gloves come in handy.
It's lovely now, bitches be loving me now, ay.
Had a bitch sucking me up, she might end up shutting me down, ay.
You know I can't calm down, bitch don't you turn up.
Judge don't give me life, foreign to a murder duck.
Sitting at a red light, [Eb] pouring this perp up.
LB's on my [Abm] bus, while I lift my shirt up.
Cops trying to search us, hoes trying to perp us.
Walking with all this ice, did it on purpose.
Got spice like red hot, need to keep a tail top.
Hot phone, I'm delivering this to you.
Put it in your mailbox.
[B]
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Abm
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B
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To start learning Chief Keef - Mailbox chords, build your understanding on these basic chords - Db, Ab, Db, Ab, Eb, Abm, Eb and Ab in sequence. To master the tempo, it's wise to start at 70 BPM before aiming for the song's 140 BPM. Given the song's key of Ab Minor, adjust the capo to align with your vocal range and chord preference.

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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You _ [Eb] know I can't calm down, this one's served up.
Girls gone give me life, foreign to a murderous dutch.
Sitting at a red light, pouring this perp up.
See the LV's on my bus, why I'm lifting my shirt up.
Couch ain't served just, [E] hoe's trying to twerk X.
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose.
Got spice like red hot, you need to [Eb] keep your tail top.
I'm delivering this to you, put up [Abm] your mail box.
Niggas be really gnawing, niggas be really going.
Look up and the ceiling's gone, that ass I'm feeling on.
Give me a crystal and a million, like I popped me a willy on.
About to go get some more [E] change, like I ain't got enough jewelry on.
Went to the shop last night, and I looked up it was done.
Got a U-Haul bagging in, with equipment and more line.
You know we ain't really for a none, all I know is get paper.
I know killers, and they owe me big favors.
Bitches act on me like weekend, and some of what I eat is.
Stay your ass in two feet, and get your ass on the deep end.
Someone hand me a ashtray, that's my [Abm] boys who passed away.
Keep my mouth laminated, until the day I'm eliminated.
Now I'm down, bitch I'm too turned up.
Drugs gon' give me life, foreign to a murder.
Sitting at a red light, [Eb] pouring this perp up.
See the LV's on my [Abm] bus, while I lift my shirt up.
Caution, so stressed, caution, perp up.
Walking with all this ice, did it on perp bus.
Got spikes like red hot, need [Eb] to keep a tail top.
Hot Folk, I'm delivering this to [E] you, put it in your mailbox.
What's your address nigga, where you live at nigga?
We ain't trying to hit that nigga, you know I'm a real ass nigga.
You know I gotta get cash nigga, you [B] know I want it real bad nigga.
Me on niggas, while I'm down [E] on you, treat you like a little ass nigga.
Bitches see the ice, they see the car, they see the benz, they in the mood.
They get in until the spotters, where the car gon' take me.
I need top, I told them [Eb] bitches that like it was breaking news.
And you know I be about my chicken [E] bitch, no women knew.
Jail cell, not even bigger than my pantry.
We can't leave no tricks, I guess them gloves come in handy.
It's lovely now, bitches be loving me now, ay.
Had a bitch sucking me up, she might end up shutting me down, ay.
You know I can't calm down, bitch don't you turn up.
Judge don't give me life, foreign to a murder duck.
Sitting at a red light, [Eb] pouring this perp up.
LB's on my [Abm] bus, while I lift my shirt up.
Cops trying to search us, hoes trying to perp us.
Walking with all this ice, did it on purpose.
Got spice like red hot, need to keep a tail top.
Hot phone, I'm delivering this to you.
Put it in your mailbox.
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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