Chords for Gunna - fukumean (Lyrics) | "qp qp ski eyuh"

Tempo:
86.6 bpm
Chords used:

C#m

A

F#m

G#m

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Gunna - fukumean (Lyrics) | "qp qp ski eyuh" chords
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[C#m] [C#m]
[F#m] [C#m] Young gun on one that back calling me slur, drop me a joint right out the curb
Solid, don't keep up my word, can't be my equal, don't know what you heard
[A] [C#m] give me a stick if they purge
[F#m] [C#m] Young gun on one that ain't working my nerves, I'm bout to pause to surf
Ice, the bird, shitting on all you little turds
[A] [G#m] in my own land we can't merge
Watch me go big like [A] the worm, and I ain't smoking no [C#m] sherm
100%  ➙  87BPM
C#m
13421114
A
1231
F#m
123111112
G#m
123111114
C#m
13421114
A
1231
F#m
123111112
G#m
123111114
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[C#m] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [C#m] _ Young gun on one that back calling me slur, drop me a joint right out the curb
Bentley front fly like a [A] bird, [C#m] spin on the first and the third
Solid, don't keep up my word, can't be my equal, don't know what you heard
Crack up the foreign I swear, [A] [C#m] give me a stick if they purge _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [C#m] _ Young gun on one that ain't working my nerves, I'm bout to pause to surf
Fucking this bitch like a [F#m] perv, [C#m] smack her in the back of her purse
Ice, the bird, shitting on all you little turds
Can't take that dick when she turn, [A] [G#m] in my own land we can't merge
Sucking on heads you can learn, let's see how much you can earn
Watch me go big like [A] the worm, and I ain't smoking no [C#m] sherm
I'm in this bitch with P-Lady, Q-P, Q-P-C
All of my bitches is [A] pretty, they showing [C#m] their titties, it's up to the ceiling
Holler at all, run through a million, I rock with a really, let's fuck on a billion
I'ma get down to the gritty, [A] then fuck up the [C#m] city, the home of the villains
Excessive, wonderful feeling, smoke out the pound when I'm chilling
Tripping, I make me [F#m] a killer, look I [C#m] got everybody wishing
I hope you play your position, I don't want nobody listening
I see them hoes with [F#m] precision, [C#m] giver's my only decision
Young gun on one that back calling me splurge, watch me jump right out the curb
Bitless, run, fly like a bird, [A] [C#m] spitting on the first and the third
Solid, I'm keeping my word, can't be my equal, I don't know what you heard
Crack up the foreign, [A] I swear, give me [C#m] a stick if they purge _ _
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