Chords for Doechii - "GIRLS"

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_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Dm] _ [G] I'm blinding, calling my phone I decline it, [C] you know I'm stingy with timing, watch how
I flip and [Dm] rewind it, only pop out if I'm paid [G] yeah, smoking a joint no [C] debate yeah,
talking that good conversation and only the cover relates, [F] I talk my shit I'm in the mood
I said [G] fuck school to get them [Em] blues, plenty to lose I got nothing to prove, [Am] bitch you
fell [D] off when I told you the truth, new attitude [G] now yeah, bubba that's a move now yeah, [C] doji
on the move now yeah, [Em] top of the view how it look [G] down there I swear, I can give you all
but what's left [C] to me, talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew [Dm] me, this
time you can't pull up it's a [C] new me, you ain't got a shot to shoot it, you ain't got
a vibe to [Dm] lose, on my solo [C] dolo rendezvous, _ taking news none of them [D] for you, body like
a god [G] love the mood, let my [C] only charge, working way too [Am] hard, broke my heart but I rush [Dm] that
up, maybe I'm just too [G] soft, maybe I'm just too raw, maybe [C] that's just my law, don't wanna
wear no bra, don't [D] wanna go too far, you gon flip but I love [G] a trill, like you way
too much, [C] you gon flip if I [Am] scam again, that's gon take that [Dm] loss, yeah fuck is a line to
all of my [G] friends, we always get in, we [Em] under their age but they buying us gin, I'm sad
[Am] and depressed don't see none of these men, I want they [E] cocaine and I got a [G] joint in my
hand, he got a blunt to his lip, [E] ill, anxious as fuck I can't sit [Am] still, all out of luck
if my [Dm] drink spill, only throw up when I'm [G] bottling up, I got hidden emotions, I take
a deep [Em] hit then I put it in motion, I'm [C] plucking these pedals and cooking up potion, it's hocus
[D] is pocus, you focus, you pussy is poppin, I'm [G] chosen, I knew it, I grew it, I'm [C] fluent,
you doubt in my music, I'm ruling supreme, [Am] she wanna follow my lead, don't cheat a dean,
casting a spell for this [G] gleam, channel my goddess, I planted my seed, yeah I'm that A,
fuck a plan B, [Am] like what he see, bet [C] he slinging that D, I make [D] him, I make him breathe, [G] open
that door, I took a peek, [D] he wanna leak in my sheets, he gonna sew and he reap, give
what he keep, [Dm] yeah, I can give you [G] all but what's left [C] to me, talking like [E] you've been
there but you ain't never knew me, this time you [Dm] can't pull up, it's a new [C] me, you ain't
got a shot to [Am] shoot it, [E] you ain't got a vibe to lose, _ [Em] _
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_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Em] _
[A] 11 [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E]-11, that 1 and that 7, the city
take another bitty bitty, by the day when you're heaven, my finger itchin for that,
like a boy in the river, I'm clairvoyant nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it, two slips
for the pigs nigga, what's your endeavor, ten for niggas, know the lingo, pussy money
and your weather, yo we famous together, you ain't checking on me, I can tell you
desperate and jealous, nigga fuck is you selling, cranking in my panties at the school, spitting
the felons, if you ain't part of the city, then you ain't picking your melons, if you
ain't pinching your penis, well then you're probably irrelevant, nigga none of us celebrate,
fuck the game for the hell of it, I'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me at the
men's top, plus I wear my nigga and you better hope his guns tough, pussy getting wetter
and it's fluffer than a gun drop, when I'm in Atlanta I be whipping in the sun top, sorry
I be tripping, I be itching for that gun cock, he ain't getting money, then you worry about
the wrong cock, living out a bum box, now he pushing pop rocks, nigga got the block
hot, ever since his song fly, blowing up I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace,
bounty on my booty, then I fuck it with my race, when I ream I loud, they be thinking
that it's lace, bitches getting loud, bout to put her in her place, I do this shit for
fun, then you doing it for fame, you a fake, you a fraud, you a slim, don't you look slim,
cut the beat up, one take, one trim, nigga you're a vim, what, launching my brand, I
just started a what, saved up my bands, I just bought a new what, opened my chakra, I opened
my what, sap getting bigger, Shabaya's a butt, huh, nigga biting to the bone, huh, boy you
got teeth that suck your thumb, what, making money from my phone, huh, don't you finally
enter zone, yeah _ _
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