Chords for Hey!
Tempo:
85.55 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
G
Ab
C
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
[C]
[G] [F]
[D] [Eb]
I [Eb] only play the games that I win at, and stay the same with more rhymes than his waist skin cats.
As a matter of fact let me rephrase, with more rhymes he ways to fillet felines these days.
Watch the path of the black one, super villain he wrecks clubs without any drunken stupid chilling.
Ready and willing to inadvertently foil that plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat.
Moog [Ab] almost snotty and flows a snotty nose, and holds mics like he knows karate body blows.
Nobody [Gb] knows the trouble I see from the MPD fly dirty tail in the bubble I-30.
For the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all, science fiction that's not admissible in no court of law.
[Eb] I live to rock mics 3D, the only reason I seek to stop is to snuff the TV.
I heard beats sound like karaoke with monkey rhymers on the leafs like don't have this faggot choke me.
Hit him with a penny, if we could get these peanuts, man I thought we was nuts, I used to get three cuts.
They locked Lex Luthor up in Green Haven, since when a nigga never really been too clean shaven.
Mr.
Haven rap stars need Mr.
Mint, call me Mr.
Bent, I'm at where your sister went.
Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke, now all a nigga wanna do is fight in the cell, [C] tell joke.
[F] This could lead to catastrophe, bout to stop the [Eb] violence, right after these [G] last three shots from the [Eb] black bat.
Got me a headlock, holdin' on to Santa Fe by strands of that dreadlock.
She told me get off, I said, bitch let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick.
Then it hit me like the point of intoxication, nigga come out and rock this nation like oxidation.
A lot of niggas out as rusty like oxidation, in [Db] this world strangers most [Ab] dangerous occupation.
But you can do [Eb] what you do super like in your building, feeling like Christ came to live.
Ain't all my children, plot and it's short to pay ends, with some real mature women and some more of they [Ab] friends.
When bad men roll [Eb] tight, it's actual true, like a pack of big bamboo with natural glue.
Who put an X of Becks to triple X, he just came in 4D, followed the ripple effects, and it'll lead you right to him.
Oh snap, it seems you walked into a trap, do you [G] rap?
Zoinks, [Eb] this place is filled with pretender willies, one false move and get broke off like [Ab] ender fillies.
True [Eb] believers, ain't nothing new to us, hooked with special powers like how to tell the future.
Rhyme of the month, 2K's long, busting off 2K's just with my cape on.
Wrong, sun is on, remind me of a Rayquan tape song, with a flea that's super bad and [N] sadistic.
[C]
[G] [F]
[D] [Eb]
I [Eb] only play the games that I win at, and stay the same with more rhymes than his waist skin cats.
As a matter of fact let me rephrase, with more rhymes he ways to fillet felines these days.
Watch the path of the black one, super villain he wrecks clubs without any drunken stupid chilling.
Ready and willing to inadvertently foil that plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat.
Moog [Ab] almost snotty and flows a snotty nose, and holds mics like he knows karate body blows.
Nobody [Gb] knows the trouble I see from the MPD fly dirty tail in the bubble I-30.
For the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all, science fiction that's not admissible in no court of law.
[Eb] I live to rock mics 3D, the only reason I seek to stop is to snuff the TV.
I heard beats sound like karaoke with monkey rhymers on the leafs like don't have this faggot choke me.
Hit him with a penny, if we could get these peanuts, man I thought we was nuts, I used to get three cuts.
They locked Lex Luthor up in Green Haven, since when a nigga never really been too clean shaven.
Mr.
Haven rap stars need Mr.
Mint, call me Mr.
Bent, I'm at where your sister went.
Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke, now all a nigga wanna do is fight in the cell, [C] tell joke.
[F] This could lead to catastrophe, bout to stop the [Eb] violence, right after these [G] last three shots from the [Eb] black bat.
Got me a headlock, holdin' on to Santa Fe by strands of that dreadlock.
She told me get off, I said, bitch let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick.
Then it hit me like the point of intoxication, nigga come out and rock this nation like oxidation.
A lot of niggas out as rusty like oxidation, in [Db] this world strangers most [Ab] dangerous occupation.
But you can do [Eb] what you do super like in your building, feeling like Christ came to live.
Ain't all my children, plot and it's short to pay ends, with some real mature women and some more of they [Ab] friends.
When bad men roll [Eb] tight, it's actual true, like a pack of big bamboo with natural glue.
Who put an X of Becks to triple X, he just came in 4D, followed the ripple effects, and it'll lead you right to him.
Oh snap, it seems you walked into a trap, do you [G] rap?
Zoinks, [Eb] this place is filled with pretender willies, one false move and get broke off like [Ab] ender fillies.
True [Eb] believers, ain't nothing new to us, hooked with special powers like how to tell the future.
Rhyme of the month, 2K's long, busting off 2K's just with my cape on.
Wrong, sun is on, remind me of a Rayquan tape song, with a flea that's super bad and [N] sadistic.
Key:
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_ I [Eb] only play the games that I win at, and stay the same with more rhymes than his waist skin cats.
As a matter of fact let me rephrase, with more rhymes he ways to fillet felines these days.
Watch the path of the black one, super villain he wrecks clubs without any drunken stupid chilling.
Ready and willing to inadvertently foil that plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat.
Moog [Ab] almost snotty and flows a snotty nose, and holds mics like he knows karate body blows.
Nobody [Gb] knows the trouble I see from the MPD fly dirty tail in the bubble I-30.
For the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all, science fiction that's not admissible in no court of law.
[Eb] I live to rock mics 3D, the only reason I seek to stop is to snuff the TV.
I heard beats sound like karaoke with monkey rhymers on the leafs like don't have this faggot choke me.
Hit him with a penny, if we could get these peanuts, man I thought we was nuts, I used to get three cuts.
They locked Lex Luthor up in Green Haven, since when a nigga never really been too clean shaven.
Mr.
Haven rap stars need Mr.
Mint, call me Mr.
Bent, I'm at where your sister went.
Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke, now all a nigga wanna do is fight in the cell, [C] tell joke.
[F] This could lead to catastrophe, bout to stop the [Eb] violence, right after these [G] last three shots from the [Eb] black bat.
Got me a headlock, holdin' on to Santa Fe by strands of that dreadlock.
She told me get off, I said, bitch let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick.
Then it hit me like the point of intoxication, nigga come out and rock this nation like oxidation.
A lot of niggas out as rusty like oxidation, in [Db] this world strangers most [Ab] dangerous occupation.
But you can do [Eb] what you do super like in your building, feeling like Christ came to live.
Ain't all my children, plot and it's short to pay ends, with some real mature women and some more of they [Ab] friends.
When bad men roll [Eb] tight, it's actual true, like a pack of big bamboo with natural glue.
Who put an X of Becks to triple X, he just came in 4D, followed the ripple effects, and it'll lead you right to him.
Oh snap, it seems you walked into a trap, do you [G] rap?
Zoinks, [Eb] this place is filled with pretender willies, one false move and get broke off like [Ab] ender fillies.
True [Eb] believers, ain't nothing new to us, hooked with special powers like how to tell the future.
Rhyme of the month, 2K's long, busting off 2K's just with my cape on.
Wrong, sun is on, remind me of a Rayquan tape song, with a flea that's super bad and [N] sadistic. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ I [Eb] only play the games that I win at, and stay the same with more rhymes than his waist skin cats.
As a matter of fact let me rephrase, with more rhymes he ways to fillet felines these days.
Watch the path of the black one, super villain he wrecks clubs without any drunken stupid chilling.
Ready and willing to inadvertently foil that plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat.
Moog [Ab] almost snotty and flows a snotty nose, and holds mics like he knows karate body blows.
Nobody [Gb] knows the trouble I see from the MPD fly dirty tail in the bubble I-30.
For the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all, science fiction that's not admissible in no court of law.
[Eb] I live to rock mics 3D, the only reason I seek to stop is to snuff the TV.
I heard beats sound like karaoke with monkey rhymers on the leafs like don't have this faggot choke me.
Hit him with a penny, if we could get these peanuts, man I thought we was nuts, I used to get three cuts.
They locked Lex Luthor up in Green Haven, since when a nigga never really been too clean shaven.
Mr.
Haven rap stars need Mr.
Mint, call me Mr.
Bent, I'm at where your sister went.
Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke, now all a nigga wanna do is fight in the cell, [C] tell joke.
[F] This could lead to catastrophe, bout to stop the [Eb] violence, right after these [G] last three shots from the [Eb] black bat.
Got me a headlock, holdin' on to Santa Fe by strands of that dreadlock.
She told me get off, I said, bitch let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick.
Then it hit me like the point of intoxication, nigga come out and rock this nation like oxidation.
A lot of niggas out as rusty like oxidation, in [Db] this world strangers most [Ab] dangerous occupation.
But you can do [Eb] what you do super like in your building, feeling like Christ came to live.
Ain't all my children, plot and it's short to pay ends, with some real mature women and some more of they [Ab] friends.
When bad men roll [Eb] tight, it's actual true, like a pack of big bamboo with natural glue.
Who put an X of Becks to triple X, he just came in 4D, followed the ripple effects, and it'll lead you right to him.
Oh snap, it seems you walked into a trap, do you [G] rap?
Zoinks, [Eb] this place is filled with pretender willies, one false move and get broke off like [Ab] ender fillies.
True [Eb] believers, ain't nothing new to us, hooked with special powers like how to tell the future.
Rhyme of the month, 2K's long, busting off 2K's just with my cape on.
Wrong, sun is on, remind me of a Rayquan tape song, with a flea that's super bad and [N] sadistic. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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