Chords for Holla

Tempo:
94.95 bpm
Chords used:

Bb

Ebm

Abm

Ab

Bbm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] This shit sound like 1, [Eb] 2 o'clock in the morning with the full moon out.
[B]
[Gb] Niggas in they trucks, [Bb] creepin'.
Pills, pills, these bitches.
[Ebm] Yeah, team select, please collect these, connect these.
Niggas direct the trees to [Bb] the smoke fest.
Wanna take a toke?
The newest zone I'm in, I'm [Bbm] like Smithsonian.
Nigga, fuck it, call me [Ebm] Napoleon.
Wave the torch, cut the head off the leviathan.
The terminology I'm rhymin' in cause [Bb] a frenzy up in Ireland.
I hit ya, I'm gon' get ya.
Drop the bomb script, you ain't your bar [Ebm] mitzvah.
Yo, map it out, blast through the speakers.
With a wife, beat up on Bush, even law and [Bb] new pair of sneakers.
Street niggas hang on the sidewalk, swear I'ma fly tall.
Pimp struck and had [Ebm] a sky wall.
Moderate in how we establish the whole conglomerate.
The way we operate, you'll never conquer [Bb] it.
See how we rap has a global effect on even the oldest people.
Young and restless down to the Olin [Ebm] field.
Peep them, check on Slovakian and Yugoslavian niggas.
Be all into my bounce, so don't be [Bb] botherin' niggas.
So now, you can feel the whole cathedral is bouncin'.
But when in your stomach leave you in a fetalist [Ebm] crouch, nigga.
My vernacular is spectacular.
Strategic plan to how you look at Racka, then a postal [Bb] office massacre.
Is that so?
Make moves just like a fatso.
Bouncin' to me, Van Astro, after [Ebm] my gap, blow!
Hey yo, [Fm] get up, get out, [Ebm] get throw.
Get [Abm] blow, niggas.
Smoke [Bb] that dope, smoke that dope.
Shake your hips and bounce, yeah.
Slow, we just [Fm] wrapped your heart.
Break [Ebm] that, oh my, oh my.
Oh my niggas, [Abm] if you with [Bb] me, yeah.
[Ab] [Bb] Yeah.
[F] Throw your guns in [Ebm] the motherfuckin' air, come on.
Ha.
Yeah.
Oh my bitches, where [Bb] you at now?
[Ab] You know I see y [Bb]'all.
My whole entire [Ebm] mind stay deep.
I finna spawn up in your mathematics like Galileo.
Smash niggas like mashed [Bb] potato.
Back when niggas used to rock valleys and carps.
I used to watch little niggas sit and hustle, nickel, [Ebm] track in the park.
That would spread a brighter flame in the dark.
Blood spill, stain up the street.
That's how niggas [Bb] believe when they motherfuckin' with diplomats who love belly.
Monopolize and [Ab] quickly get other money fuckin' [Ebm] with Israelis.
So solid, I'll be symbolic to a handful of niggas that be all scheming [Bb] on the same wallet.
Them type niggas that be conspiring and kidnapping.
Shit happens.
Gun slap for you [Ebm] in the gift wrapping.
You should follow how the style switch up.
Like a group of religious niggas scheming to [Bb] kill the archbishop.
You big pussy nigga acting all hard.
Call me atheist cause I don't believe in you [Ebm] God.
It's like a grand feast celebrating the bounce of the century.
I told the rest to be quick for any type of [Bb] discrepancy.
Watch the rise of the great Renaissance artist, architect [Bbm] like Half-Belief.
[Ebm] Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get.
We got the obscure shit for the street.
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest and [Bb] rock to the beat.
We got the obscure shit for the street.
[Bbm] Nevertheless we split your head and your chest and [Ebm] rock to the beat.
Hey yo get up get up get low.
Hold up light up and slow get [Bb] low.
Yo smoke so long fuckers.
Get the bounce so slow.
Yeah yeah [Fm] yeah.
You hold up wet [Ebm] that aroma.
Yeah all [Gb] my niggas.
[Abm] If you with [Bb] me come on.
I see you.
Yeah you know I see y'all.
[F] Throw your [Ebm] motherfucking guns in the sky come on.
All my bitches where you at.
[Abm] You know I see [Bb] y'all.
And I see [Ab] you.
Yeah [Bb] yeah.
[Ebm] Holla at me now come on.
Yeah.
Bust the vibe.
Cooking up a [Bb] little brown stew chicken.
Dr.
Dre nigga.
[Ebm]
[Bb]
[Eb] [Ebm] Yeah I understand that you're not happy.
But that's your wife.
And I'm your mistress.
So you gotta go back home.
But before you [D] do.
Let me swallow you.
Let me lick you in all the right places.
I want you [C] to come all over me.
And when you do I'll bathe you.
And then we'll [D] get out the tub and we'll fuck.
And I'll lick your ass.
And I'll braid your hair.
And you can fuck me anyway you please.
We can do almost anything.
But once we're finished.
And you're happy here.
You have to go back home to your wife.
But don't you ever forget.
That I'm [Db] your wife and law.
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Ebm
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Abm
123111114
Ab
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Bbm
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Bb
12341111
Ebm
13421116
Abm
123111114
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[Bb] _ _ _ This shit sound like 1, [Eb] 2 o'clock in the morning with the full moon out.
[B] _ _
[Gb] Niggas in they trucks, [Bb] creepin'.
_ Pills, pills, these bitches.
[Ebm] Yeah, team select, please collect these, connect these.
Niggas direct the trees to [Bb] the smoke fest.
Wanna take a toke?
The newest zone I'm in, I'm [Bbm] like Smithsonian.
Nigga, fuck it, call me [Ebm] Napoleon.
Wave the torch, cut the head off the leviathan.
The terminology I'm rhymin' in cause [Bb] a frenzy up in Ireland.
I hit ya, I'm gon' get ya.
Drop the bomb script, you ain't your bar [Ebm] mitzvah.
Yo, map it out, blast through the speakers.
With a wife, beat up on Bush, even law and [Bb] new pair of sneakers.
Street niggas hang on the sidewalk, swear I'ma fly tall.
Pimp struck and had [Ebm] a sky wall.
Moderate in how we establish the whole conglomerate.
The way we operate, you'll never conquer [Bb] it.
See how we rap has a global effect on even the oldest people.
Young and restless down to the Olin [Ebm] field.
Peep them, check on Slovakian and Yugoslavian niggas.
Be all into my bounce, so don't be [Bb] botherin' niggas.
So now, you can feel the whole cathedral is bouncin'.
But when in your stomach leave you in a fetalist [Ebm] crouch, nigga.
My vernacular is spectacular.
Strategic plan to how you look at Racka, then a postal [Bb] office massacre.
Is that so?
Make moves just like a fatso.
Bouncin' to me, Van Astro, after [Ebm] my gap, blow!
Hey yo, [Fm] get up, get out, [Ebm] get throw.
Get [Abm] blow, niggas.
Smoke [Bb] that dope, smoke that dope.
Shake your hips and bounce, yeah.
Slow, we just [Fm] wrapped your heart.
Break [Ebm] that, oh my, oh my.
Oh my niggas, _ [Abm] if you with [Bb] me, yeah.
[Ab] _ [Bb] Yeah.
[F] Throw your guns in [Ebm] the motherfuckin' air, come on.
Ha.
_ Yeah.
Oh my bitches, where [Bb] you at now?
[Ab] You know I see y [Bb]'all.
My whole entire [Ebm] mind stay deep.
I finna spawn up in your mathematics like Galileo.
Smash niggas like mashed [Bb] potato.
Back when niggas used to rock valleys and carps.
I used to watch little niggas sit and hustle, nickel, [Ebm] track in the park.
That would spread a brighter flame in the dark.
Blood spill, stain up the street.
That's how niggas [Bb] believe when they motherfuckin' with diplomats who love belly.
Monopolize and [Ab] quickly get other money fuckin' [Ebm] with Israelis.
So solid, I'll be symbolic to a handful of niggas that be all scheming [Bb] on the same wallet.
Them type niggas that be conspiring and kidnapping.
Shit happens.
Gun slap for you [Ebm] in the gift wrapping.
You should follow how the style switch up.
Like a group of religious niggas scheming to [Bb] kill the archbishop.
You big pussy nigga acting all hard.
Call me atheist cause I don't believe in you [Ebm] God.
It's like a grand feast celebrating the bounce of the century.
I told the rest to be quick for any type of [Bb] discrepancy.
Watch the rise of the great Renaissance artist, architect [Bbm] like Half-Belief.
[Ebm] Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get.
We got the obscure shit for the street.
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest and [Bb] rock to the beat.
We got the obscure shit for the street.
[Bbm] Nevertheless we split your head and your chest and [Ebm] rock to the beat.
Hey yo get up get up get low.
Hold up light up and slow get [Bb] low.
Yo smoke so long fuckers.
Get the bounce so slow.
Yeah yeah [Fm] yeah.
You hold up wet [Ebm] that aroma.
_ Yeah all [Gb] my niggas.
[Abm] If you with [Bb] me come on.
I see you.
Yeah you know I see y'all.
[F] Throw your [Ebm] motherfucking guns in the sky come on.
All my bitches where you at.
[Abm] You know I see [Bb] y'all.
And I see [Ab] you.
Yeah [Bb] yeah.
_ [Ebm] Holla at me now come on.
Yeah.
_ Bust the vibe.
Cooking up a [Bb] little brown stew chicken.
_ _ Dr.
Dre nigga. _
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] Yeah I understand that you're not happy.
But that's your wife.
And I'm your mistress.
_ So you gotta go back home.
But before you [D] do.
Let me swallow you.
Let me lick you in all the right places.
I want you [C] to come all over me.
And when you do I'll bathe you.
And then we'll [D] get out the tub and we'll fuck.
And I'll lick your ass.
And I'll braid your hair.
And you can fuck me anyway you please.
We can do almost anything.
But once we're finished.
And you're happy here.
You have to go back home to your wife.
But don't you ever forget.
That I'm [Db] your wife and law.