Chords for Corner Store
Tempo:
84.9 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
C
Em
E
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [C]
[Bm] [Em]
[C]
[Bm] Okay, aye, [Em]
glizzy on me, jack in the box, I'm poppin' up, uh
Bad female [Bm] dog in a VIP, she tryna [C] fuck, huh?
Still grippin' on this ooze, I feel paranoid
Just lit the [Bm] cone, I cut strong like [Em] steroids All I talk is chicken and onions, you know the lingo
If her head [E] trash, she caps, I think I'm [C] Nino Nigga, I'm on, like Coleon, I think I'm Vito
I think I'm Gino, [Bm] now she a baller, I think I'm [Em] Gino Speaking of Gino, I'm in the [B] Yukon with Cino
So QP's [E] like a QB, I'm Dan [C] Marino Niggas act and shoot them like movies, I'm Tarantino
Niggas play a [Bm] whole lotta games, but not with [Em] me though So my advice is don't be stupid, I got that thing on me
Keeper sent me, [D] nah, I ain't talkin' bout Prince of [C] Kings, homie This a pocket rocket, my nigga, a keen to dream on me
I might [Bm] hop out shiny like [Em] Vaseline on me
This the trap at the corner store, if the strap had a full clip Choppers a matador, but niggas don't [C] bullshit
A Kansas City star, I'm struck at the titty bar These lames gotta [Bm] get ready, we already [Em] off
Cup full of cognac, straight, no soap box Like some badass kids, we used to throw [C] them rocks
Ridin' with three bears, y'all niggas a Goldilocks We don't shoot in [Bm] the air, this bitch hold 30 [Em] shots
I'm ridin' American muscle, smokin' exotics Three [E] pre-rolled months, I'm ghetto's [C] Big Robinson
Thirty rounds on my hoodie, I'm rappin' for the fam My Uzi [Bm] come from the top, and it'll [Em] never jam
And when I wave it, I'ma get some results Woody Barnes gettin' [E] mad, and them lawyers pullin' [C] up with them
Fabric cases for you cheap niggas And they [Bm] treat murder cases like [Em] speeding tickets
Half fare to town could get you walked down Casey [E] is the town, we got the [C] ball now
I put bulls in position, you niggas bullshit I put [Bm] cooks in the kitchen, them niggas [Em] still whippin'
Stop by the corner store where I used to make a killin' No [E] passengers, no cap, [C] no ceilin'
A real mobster, good heart, but no feelings Get the [Bm] trip, and you'll be laid up in the [Em] box chillin'
Walkin' in, gettin' dap from them young niggas Hit the [D] counter, got a bottle of that [C] Max Henny
Headed out, burnin' rubber, bumpin' Mac Driscoll I'm a [Bm] motherfuckin' ghetto star from [Em] the city
I used to trap at the corner store, and the strap had a full clip When choppers are mad at door, but niggas don't [C] bullshit
A Kansas City star, I'm drunk at the Titty Bar These lames gotta [Bm] get ready, we already [Em] are
Cut for the cognac, straight, no solid pocket Like some [Bm] badass kids, we used to throw them [N] rocks
[Bm] [Em]
[C]
[Bm] Okay, aye, [Em]
glizzy on me, jack in the box, I'm poppin' up, uh
Bad female [Bm] dog in a VIP, she tryna [C] fuck, huh?
Still grippin' on this ooze, I feel paranoid
Just lit the [Bm] cone, I cut strong like [Em] steroids All I talk is chicken and onions, you know the lingo
If her head [E] trash, she caps, I think I'm [C] Nino Nigga, I'm on, like Coleon, I think I'm Vito
I think I'm Gino, [Bm] now she a baller, I think I'm [Em] Gino Speaking of Gino, I'm in the [B] Yukon with Cino
So QP's [E] like a QB, I'm Dan [C] Marino Niggas act and shoot them like movies, I'm Tarantino
Niggas play a [Bm] whole lotta games, but not with [Em] me though So my advice is don't be stupid, I got that thing on me
Keeper sent me, [D] nah, I ain't talkin' bout Prince of [C] Kings, homie This a pocket rocket, my nigga, a keen to dream on me
I might [Bm] hop out shiny like [Em] Vaseline on me
This the trap at the corner store, if the strap had a full clip Choppers a matador, but niggas don't [C] bullshit
A Kansas City star, I'm struck at the titty bar These lames gotta [Bm] get ready, we already [Em] off
Cup full of cognac, straight, no soap box Like some badass kids, we used to throw [C] them rocks
Ridin' with three bears, y'all niggas a Goldilocks We don't shoot in [Bm] the air, this bitch hold 30 [Em] shots
I'm ridin' American muscle, smokin' exotics Three [E] pre-rolled months, I'm ghetto's [C] Big Robinson
Thirty rounds on my hoodie, I'm rappin' for the fam My Uzi [Bm] come from the top, and it'll [Em] never jam
And when I wave it, I'ma get some results Woody Barnes gettin' [E] mad, and them lawyers pullin' [C] up with them
Fabric cases for you cheap niggas And they [Bm] treat murder cases like [Em] speeding tickets
Half fare to town could get you walked down Casey [E] is the town, we got the [C] ball now
I put bulls in position, you niggas bullshit I put [Bm] cooks in the kitchen, them niggas [Em] still whippin'
Stop by the corner store where I used to make a killin' No [E] passengers, no cap, [C] no ceilin'
A real mobster, good heart, but no feelings Get the [Bm] trip, and you'll be laid up in the [Em] box chillin'
Walkin' in, gettin' dap from them young niggas Hit the [D] counter, got a bottle of that [C] Max Henny
Headed out, burnin' rubber, bumpin' Mac Driscoll I'm a [Bm] motherfuckin' ghetto star from [Em] the city
I used to trap at the corner store, and the strap had a full clip When choppers are mad at door, but niggas don't [C] bullshit
A Kansas City star, I'm drunk at the Titty Bar These lames gotta [Bm] get ready, we already [Em] are
Cut for the cognac, straight, no solid pocket Like some [Bm] badass kids, we used to throw them [N] rocks
Key:
Bm
C
Em
E
D
Bm
C
Em
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] Okay, aye, _ [Em]
glizzy on me, jack in the box, I'm poppin' up, uh
Bad female [Bm] dog in a VIP, she tryna [C] fuck, huh?
Still grippin' on this ooze, I feel paranoid
Just lit the [Bm] cone, I cut strong like [Em] steroids All I talk is chicken and onions, you know the lingo
If her head [E] trash, she caps, I think I'm [C] Nino Nigga, I'm on, like Coleon, I think I'm Vito
I think I'm Gino, [Bm] now she a baller, I think I'm [Em] Gino Speaking of Gino, I'm in the [B] Yukon with Cino
So QP's [E] like a QB, I'm Dan [C] Marino Niggas act and shoot them like movies, I'm Tarantino
Niggas play a [Bm] whole lotta games, but not with [Em] me though So my advice is don't be stupid, I got that thing on me
Keeper sent me, [D] nah, I ain't talkin' bout Prince of [C] Kings, homie This a pocket rocket, my nigga, a keen to dream on me
I might [Bm] hop out shiny like [Em] Vaseline on me
This the trap at the corner store, if the strap had a full clip Choppers a matador, but niggas don't [C] bullshit
A Kansas City star, I'm struck at the titty bar These lames gotta [Bm] get ready, we already [Em] off
Cup full of cognac, straight, no soap box Like some badass kids, we used to throw [C] them rocks
Ridin' with three bears, y'all niggas a Goldilocks We don't shoot in [Bm] the air, this bitch hold 30 [Em] shots
I'm ridin' American muscle, smokin' exotics Three [E] pre-rolled months, I'm ghetto's [C] Big Robinson
Thirty rounds on my hoodie, I'm rappin' for the fam My Uzi [Bm] come from the top, and it'll [Em] never jam
And when I wave it, I'ma get some results Woody Barnes gettin' [E] mad, and them lawyers pullin' [C] up with them
Fabric cases for you cheap niggas And they [Bm] treat murder cases like [Em] speeding tickets
Half fare to town could get you walked down Casey [E] is the town, we got the [C] ball now
I put bulls in position, you niggas bullshit I put [Bm] cooks in the kitchen, them niggas [Em] still whippin'
Stop by the corner store where I used to make a killin' No [E] passengers, no cap, [C] no ceilin'
A real mobster, good heart, but no feelings Get the [Bm] trip, and you'll be laid up in the [Em] box chillin'
Walkin' in, gettin' dap from them young niggas Hit the [D] counter, got a bottle of that [C] Max Henny
Headed out, burnin' rubber, bumpin' Mac Driscoll I'm a [Bm] motherfuckin' ghetto star from [Em] the city
I used to trap at the corner store, and the strap had a full clip When choppers are mad at door, but niggas don't [C] bullshit
A Kansas City star, I'm drunk at the Titty Bar These lames gotta [Bm] get ready, we already [Em] are
Cut for the cognac, straight, no solid pocket Like some [Bm] badass kids, we used to throw them [N] rocks
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] Okay, aye, _ [Em]
glizzy on me, jack in the box, I'm poppin' up, uh
Bad female [Bm] dog in a VIP, she tryna [C] fuck, huh?
Still grippin' on this ooze, I feel paranoid
Just lit the [Bm] cone, I cut strong like [Em] steroids All I talk is chicken and onions, you know the lingo
If her head [E] trash, she caps, I think I'm [C] Nino Nigga, I'm on, like Coleon, I think I'm Vito
I think I'm Gino, [Bm] now she a baller, I think I'm [Em] Gino Speaking of Gino, I'm in the [B] Yukon with Cino
So QP's [E] like a QB, I'm Dan [C] Marino Niggas act and shoot them like movies, I'm Tarantino
Niggas play a [Bm] whole lotta games, but not with [Em] me though So my advice is don't be stupid, I got that thing on me
Keeper sent me, [D] nah, I ain't talkin' bout Prince of [C] Kings, homie This a pocket rocket, my nigga, a keen to dream on me
I might [Bm] hop out shiny like [Em] Vaseline on me
This the trap at the corner store, if the strap had a full clip Choppers a matador, but niggas don't [C] bullshit
A Kansas City star, I'm struck at the titty bar These lames gotta [Bm] get ready, we already [Em] off
Cup full of cognac, straight, no soap box Like some badass kids, we used to throw [C] them rocks
Ridin' with three bears, y'all niggas a Goldilocks We don't shoot in [Bm] the air, this bitch hold 30 [Em] shots
I'm ridin' American muscle, smokin' exotics Three [E] pre-rolled months, I'm ghetto's [C] Big Robinson
Thirty rounds on my hoodie, I'm rappin' for the fam My Uzi [Bm] come from the top, and it'll [Em] never jam
And when I wave it, I'ma get some results Woody Barnes gettin' [E] mad, and them lawyers pullin' [C] up with them
Fabric cases for you cheap niggas And they [Bm] treat murder cases like [Em] speeding tickets
Half fare to town could get you walked down Casey [E] is the town, we got the [C] ball now
I put bulls in position, you niggas bullshit I put [Bm] cooks in the kitchen, them niggas [Em] still whippin'
Stop by the corner store where I used to make a killin' No [E] passengers, no cap, [C] no ceilin'
A real mobster, good heart, but no feelings Get the [Bm] trip, and you'll be laid up in the [Em] box chillin'
Walkin' in, gettin' dap from them young niggas Hit the [D] counter, got a bottle of that [C] Max Henny
Headed out, burnin' rubber, bumpin' Mac Driscoll I'm a [Bm] motherfuckin' ghetto star from [Em] the city
I used to trap at the corner store, and the strap had a full clip When choppers are mad at door, but niggas don't [C] bullshit
A Kansas City star, I'm drunk at the Titty Bar These lames gotta [Bm] get ready, we already [Em] are
Cut for the cognac, straight, no solid pocket Like some [Bm] badass kids, we used to throw them [N] rocks
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