Chords for Earl Sweatshirt - Whoa (lyrics)

_ _ _ _ _ Nah, no fuck, nah, nah, fuck that.
_ Niggas think cause you fucking made chum and got all personal that niggas don't [D] go back
to that old fucking [B] 2010 shit.
_ About talking about fucking me and all that, no [Db] fuck that nigga, I got you.
Fuck that.
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Rap mittens who have to spit, [Gm] blizzard is actually flick, cigarette ash it bitch, [G] niggas harassment, ayy.
[Em] Niggas are hashed and laid quick [Eb] and then dashed to st.
Nicholas pad to taste venison.
Still [N] in venison, smacking up little rappers with rackets, you play sinist with hated for
bank, [G] flipping and spraying that hot [Em] wine in the shade of his main [Eb] venison. _
Suitcase scented with haze and filet sinist.
[E] And backstab with these smashing [Cm] of men, cameras up, tank act as an _ antagonist, then [G] after the_
[Em] Vagabond, had it since the [Eb] padawan, rap the hottest fucking cattle brands wearing flannel
[Db] thongs, grab a ball in my mess with food, beer tag along, get a nice [D] shank and_
[Cm] New Sears [G] Chattelaw, set a metal critic [Em] to the bezel, stop getting [Eb] wrong, get them higher
than the pitch of metal, deep kettle song.
Fuck [Cm] deep in the rose of canon, [Eb] riding dirty through the strongest canyon, niggas know
[G] that it's the G-O-L [C]-F-W-A [Gm]-N-G, G-O-L-F-W [G]-A-N-G.
[Ab] _
50k for the last check, a [E] dollar man you still be on deck, nigga it's the [G] motherfucking
G-O-L-F-W-A-N-G, [Em] G-O [Em]-L-F-W-A-N-G.
[Cm] _
Yeah, the [Eb] misadventures of a shit talker, pissed his wrist, Ross's [G] fist sip off the
sixth logger, known to sit and watch his sins off [Em] at the pitch, [Eb] alter hat, never backwards
like the print off the shit [G] manga.
Get it like a blue pill, make you stick longer, swift fist off your chin from his wrist, launch
a chick, chronic thrift [Em] shop a dick like the Knicks, Ross [Eb] stormed off, he came straight
back like pigs possible, pissed, nah I [Cm] probably rid it with some new syringes, from my rubbish
bin at your local [G] hoonie clinic, _ watching [Em] movies in a room full of [Eb] goosy rented on the
humps, clues more food than some koozie women, loose [Cm] gimmicks with roomie use rules, quit
his gooey written, screwed him to a ditch, [G] chewed it, booty sinned it, two [Em] pretentious
do pretend like he can lose [Eb] with spitting, steaming tubes, super twisted doobies full
of euphemism, _ [G]
stupid.
Thought it up, [Eb] jotted quick, thought out, [Gm] toss it right [G] back like a rocket, spit, spot
him on a rocket, [Em] swapping dollars in for [Eb] pocket, lent the lava water, ticking at a cop, Ross fuck [Db] shit. _
Posey nigga try to disrespect, get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out [G] to Gnock cause
it's the G-O-L [C]-F-W [Em]-A-N [Eb]-G, G-O-L-F-W-A-N-G, looking [Db] for me posted on the block like I ain't _ _
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