Chords for Doechii - Girls (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
76.55 bpm
Chords used:
G
Dm
Em
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[B]
[E] [G]
[A] [Dm] [Em]
[G]
[Dm] I'm winding, [G] calling my phone I decline [C] it, you know I'm stingy with timing, watch how
[G] paying, smoking a joint no debate, [C] talking
[Dm] I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I
[Am] prove, bitch you
[E] [G]
[A] [Dm] [Em]
[G]
[Dm] I'm winding, [G] calling my phone I decline [C] it, you know I'm stingy with timing, watch how
[G] paying, smoking a joint no debate, [C] talking
[Dm] I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I
[Am] prove, bitch you
100% ➙ 77BPM
G
Dm
Em
C
Am
G
Dm
Em
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ I'm winding, [G] calling my phone I decline [C] it, you know I'm stingy with timing, watch how
I flip and rewind [Dm] it, only pop out if I'm [G] paying, smoking a joint no debate, [C] talking
a good conversation [Em] and only the government relate, [Dm] I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I
[G] said fuck school to get them blues, plenty [Em] to lose I got nothing to [Am] prove, bitch you
fell off when I told [D] you the truth, new attitude now yeah, [G] bubba that's a mood now yeah, [C] doji
on the mood now yeah, top of the [Em] view how it look down there I [G] swear, I can give you all
but what's left to [C] me, talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew [Dm] me, this
time you can't [G] pull up it's a [C] new me, you ain't got a shot [Em] to shoot it, you ain't got
a vibe [Dm] to lose, [C] on my solo dolo rendezvous, _ taking news none of them for [D] you, body like
a [G] god love the mood, let my only [Em] charge, working way too [Am] hard, broke my heart but I rushed
[D] that off, maybe I'm just too soft, [G] maybe I'm just too raw, maybe that's just [Em] my law, don't
wanna wear [Am] no bra, don't wanna go [D] too far, you gon flip but I [Dm] love the chill, [G] like you
way too [E] much, you gon [C] flip if I scam [Am] again, that's gon take that loss, yeah [Dm] fuck is a
line to all of [G] my friends, we always get in, we under their [Em] age but they buying us gin,
I'm [Am] sad and depressed don't see none of these men, I want [Dm] they cocaine and they hen, I got
a joint in my [G] hand, he got a blunt to his [C] lip, ill, anxious as fuck I can't sit [Am] still,
all out of luck if my drink [Dm] spill, only throw up when I'm [G] bottling up, I got hidden emotions,
I take a [Em] deep hit then I put it in motion, I'm plucking these [C] pedals and cooking up potion,
it's hocus it's pocus [D] you focus you pussy it's popping, [G] I'm chosen I knew it I grew it I'm
fluent you [C] doubt in my music I'm ruling [Am] supreme, she wanna follow my lead, dochi the dean,
casting a spell for this gleam, [G] channel my goddess I planted my seed, yeah I'm that A,
fuck a plan B, [Am] like what he see bet he slaying that D, I make him, I make him [G] breathe, open
that door I took a peek, [E] he wanna [D] leak in my sheets, he gonna sew it he breathe, give what
he keep, yeah [Dm] I can give [G] you all but what's [Em] left to me, talking like [E] you've been there but you ain't
never knew [Dm] me, this time you can't pull up it's a [Em] new me, you ain't got a shot to [Am] shoot, [E] you ain't
got a bottle to lose, [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ [A] 11 [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [E] 11 at 1 and at 7 the city take another bitty bitty by the day when you
have it my finger itching for that like a boy in the river, I'm clamboyant nigga you ain't
gotta lie I can smell it, few slips on the pigs nigga what's your endeavor, temper niggas no
lingo pussy money and 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 fellas, if you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons, if you
ain't pitching your business 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 tell me a dementor,
plus I wear my nigga and you better hope it's gun tough, pussy getting wetter and it's
puffer 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 we pushing pop rock, nigga got the block hot ever since the song
fly, blowing up I'm speeding up I'm picking up my pace, bounty on my booty then I fuck you in
my race, when I be my 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
flim, don't you look slim, cut the beat up one take one trim, nigga you're a them, what?
launching
my brand I just started a what?
saved up my bands I just bought a new what?
open my chakra I open
my what?
staff getting bigger should buy us a butt huh?
nigga biting to the bone huh?
boy you
teething suck your thumb what?
making money from my phone huh?
don't she finally in her zone [Bm] yeah
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ I'm winding, [G] calling my phone I decline [C] it, you know I'm stingy with timing, watch how
I flip and rewind [Dm] it, only pop out if I'm [G] paying, smoking a joint no debate, [C] talking
a good conversation [Em] and only the government relate, [Dm] I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I
[G] said fuck school to get them blues, plenty [Em] to lose I got nothing to [Am] prove, bitch you
fell off when I told [D] you the truth, new attitude now yeah, [G] bubba that's a mood now yeah, [C] doji
on the mood now yeah, top of the [Em] view how it look down there I [G] swear, I can give you all
but what's left to [C] me, talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew [Dm] me, this
time you can't [G] pull up it's a [C] new me, you ain't got a shot [Em] to shoot it, you ain't got
a vibe [Dm] to lose, [C] on my solo dolo rendezvous, _ taking news none of them for [D] you, body like
a [G] god love the mood, let my only [Em] charge, working way too [Am] hard, broke my heart but I rushed
[D] that off, maybe I'm just too soft, [G] maybe I'm just too raw, maybe that's just [Em] my law, don't
wanna wear [Am] no bra, don't wanna go [D] too far, you gon flip but I [Dm] love the chill, [G] like you
way too [E] much, you gon [C] flip if I scam [Am] again, that's gon take that loss, yeah [Dm] fuck is a
line to all of [G] my friends, we always get in, we under their [Em] age but they buying us gin,
I'm [Am] sad and depressed don't see none of these men, I want [Dm] they cocaine and they hen, I got
a joint in my [G] hand, he got a blunt to his [C] lip, ill, anxious as fuck I can't sit [Am] still,
all out of luck if my drink [Dm] spill, only throw up when I'm [G] bottling up, I got hidden emotions,
I take a [Em] deep hit then I put it in motion, I'm plucking these [C] pedals and cooking up potion,
it's hocus it's pocus [D] you focus you pussy it's popping, [G] I'm chosen I knew it I grew it I'm
fluent you [C] doubt in my music I'm ruling [Am] supreme, she wanna follow my lead, dochi the dean,
casting a spell for this gleam, [G] channel my goddess I planted my seed, yeah I'm that A,
fuck a plan B, [Am] like what he see bet he slaying that D, I make him, I make him [G] breathe, open
that door I took a peek, [E] he wanna [D] leak in my sheets, he gonna sew it he breathe, give what
he keep, yeah [Dm] I can give [G] you all but what's [Em] left to me, talking like [E] you've been there but you ain't
never knew [Dm] me, this time you can't pull up it's a [Em] new me, you ain't got a shot to [Am] shoot, [E] you ain't
got a bottle to lose, [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ [A] 11 [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [E] 11 at 1 and at 7 the city take another bitty bitty by the day when you
have it my finger itching for that like a boy in the river, I'm clamboyant nigga you ain't
gotta lie I can smell it, few slips on the pigs nigga what's your endeavor, temper niggas no
lingo pussy money and 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 fellas, if you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons, if you
ain't pitching your business 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 tell me a dementor,
plus I wear my nigga and you better hope it's gun tough, pussy getting wetter and it's
puffer 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 we pushing pop rock, nigga got the block hot ever since the song
fly, blowing up I'm speeding up I'm picking up my pace, bounty on my booty then I fuck you in
my race, when I be my 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
flim, don't you look slim, cut the beat up one take one trim, nigga you're a them, what?
launching
my brand I just started a what?
saved up my bands I just bought a new what?
open my chakra I open
my what?
staff getting bigger should buy us a butt huh?
nigga biting to the bone huh?
boy you
teething suck your thumb what?
making money from my phone huh?
don't she finally in her zone [Bm] yeah
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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