Chords for Death Grips - Bitch Please

Tempo:
118.7 bpm
Chords used:

Abm

B

Gb

Eb

Bb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Death Grips - Bitch Please chords
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[Bm]
What's [Gb] up?
One o'clock, pizza.
Mm-hmm.
One o'clock, pizza.
[D]
Bitch, [Abm] please.
You must be smoking [Bb] rocks.
Real shit for [Eb] my people and [Abm] it's just a dope.
[F] Fuck up, please.
You must be smoking rocks.
Real shit for my people [B] and it's just a dope.
[Gb] Drop it like.
Oh, yeah, that's so trashy.
How low can you go?
How dirty can you get? Smash.
[G]
[Gb] Fuck up, please.
You [B] must be [Bm] smoking rocks.
Rip it.
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it.
Hit the fucking ceiling.
Rip it.
Burn it.
Turn her [Bb] down.
Kick it to the curb.
[Gb] Shut her down.
Boys in the flat.
Said it before, we'll say it again.
[Eb] Quasar.
Came back to my back.
Rotation.
What's up?
Bitch, please.
[Eb] You must [Abm] be smoking rocks.
[Bb] [Abm]
[B] [F] [Abm]
[Bb] [Eb]
[B] [Gb]
I'm a gun.
My eyes on the road.
Ghost rides in the hell.
Fuck if I can.
I'm a cock.
Smoking.
Oh, give a fuck.
Blood.
I ain't going nowhere.
I'm a night and day.
Living time.
Better come.
Oh, that's a freak.
That'll stay in his [B] own.
I'm a homie.
Freaking to the base of the bar.
I ain't going nowhere.
I am the darkness creeping through your [Gb] system.
The last one with packing.
Have a revenge interposition.
Fuck [B] you.
You're over crashing.
[Bm] And busting in a black hole.
Blasting out.
[C] My [Eb] book was a map.
I'm a miss AYDL.
Who want to catch this gun?
Clap, trap.
No, let me live.
Cause blood.
Bitch, please.
You [Abm] must be smoking rocks.
Real shit.
For a monkey.
For an ingestible.
[B] No, I don't want [F] to.
Fuck up.
Please.
You must be smoking rocks.
[Abm] [Bb] Real shit.
For my people.
[B] And it just.
Don't.
[Gb] Cause I'm running slick [Abm] like don't.
And rip that raw shit like none other.
Oh, damn.
So he said, shout off his hip.
That's worse.
Motherfucker.
Please.
You must be [Eb] smoking rocks.
[F] Real shit.
For my people.
And [Abm] it just.
[D] Don't stop [Abm] it.
Please.
You must be smoking rocks.
[B]
Real shit.
And it just.
Don't.
And rip that raw shit like none other.
So he said, shout off his hip.
That's worse.
Motherfucker.
Please.
[Bm] You must be smoking rocks.
Cause I'm running slick like don't.
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Gb
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Eb
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Bb
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Abm
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ What's [Gb] up?
One o'clock, pizza.
Mm-hmm. _ _ _
One o'clock, pizza.
_ [D] _ _
Bitch, [Abm] please.
You must be smoking [Bb] rocks.
Real shit for [Eb] my people and [Abm] it's just a dope.
[F] Fuck up, please.
You must be smoking rocks.
Real shit for my people [B] and it's just a dope.
_ [Gb] Drop it like.
Oh, yeah, that's so trashy.
How low can you go?
How dirty can you get? Smash. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ Fuck up, please.
You [B] must be [Bm] smoking rocks.
Rip it.
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it.
Hit the fucking ceiling.
Rip it.
Burn it.
Turn her [Bb] down.
Kick it to the curb.
[Gb] Shut her down.
Boys in the flat.
Said it before, we'll say it again.
_ [Eb] Quasar.
Came back to my back.
Rotation.
What's up?
Bitch, please.
[Eb] You must [Abm] be smoking rocks.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[B] _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _
I'm a gun.
My eyes on the road.
Ghost rides in the hell.
Fuck if I can.
I'm a cock.
Smoking.
Oh, give a fuck.
Blood.
I ain't going nowhere.
I'm a night and day.
Living time.
Better come.
Oh, that's a freak.
That'll stay in his [B] own.
I'm a homie.
Freaking to the base of the bar.
I ain't going nowhere.
I am the darkness creeping through your [Gb] system.
The last one with packing.
Have a revenge _ interposition.
Fuck [B] you.
You're over crashing.
[Bm] And busting in a black hole.
Blasting out.
[C] My [Eb] book was a map.
I'm a miss AYDL.
Who want to catch this gun?
Clap, trap.
No, let me live.
Cause blood.
Bitch, please.
You [Abm] must be smoking rocks.
Real shit.
For a monkey.
For an ingestible.
[B] No, I don't want [F] to.
Fuck up.
Please.
You must be smoking rocks.
_ [Abm] _ _ [Bb] Real shit.
For my people.
[B] And it just.
Don't.
[Gb] Cause I'm running slick [Abm] like don't.
And rip that raw shit like none other.
Oh, damn.
So he said, shout off his hip.
That's worse.
Motherfucker.
Please.
You must be [Eb] smoking rocks.
[F] Real shit.
For my people.
And [Abm] it just.
[D] Don't stop [Abm] it.
Please.
You must be smoking rocks. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
Real shit.
And it just.
_ Don't.
And rip that raw shit like none other.
So he said, shout off his hip.
That's worse.
Motherfucker.
Please.
[Bm] You must be smoking rocks.
Cause I'm running slick like don't. _ _