Chords for Hot Wind Blows (Clean) - Tyler, The Creator (feat. Lil Wayne)

_ [D] _ _ Ladies and gentlemen, _ we just landed in Geneva, _ and that's in Switzerland. _
We on a yacht, _ _ a young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream, we all got our toes out too.
_ Call me when you [Dm] get lost!
I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block high, driver, open the door for me, my hair, her finders.
We playing hide and seek with the passports, where the f*** we at?
Oh, the pilot got a [D] reminder, she up, the luggage is piling, I need her close to us.
Many [Gm] stinkies sit in my wallet, [Dm] look like a folding chair, the Cartier's so light on [Am] my body, thought I [Dm] floated.
Here we boating, here's June Gentile, but call me boater, let's chill.
Out in Switzerland, travel [F] with my [C#] f***ing kissing dog, I love when she let me rub [F] her like Michelin.
A hundred grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistling [D#] like_
[Dm] Menang, listen, if we cross the line like immigrants and benefit [C#] from it, people stunting on [A#m] these f***ing, making six of they [F] stomachs mad.
Y'all understand, fish [E] so fresh that you can taste the same.
Yeah, we getting lost, but we [G] know who we ain't.
Bada, [F#] bada, bada, sun, sun, sun, and [B] treat that last part like [Dm] you a** ain't saying nothing.
[D] _
_ _ [D#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blows so hard at me, like mother nature arguing about some baby father beep.
And I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughtered meat.
Got my middle fingers to the cameras, that's recording me, [D] y'all to me, brrrr.
Stop calling me unless you're artering.
[Gm] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay [Dm] on my feet, the corner beat, I'm [Am] on the Jeep out.
Just throw the [D] ball at me, throw it on this lean, what have you seen now.
[Dm] I guess they see now that touchdown, catch a beat down like I catch [C#] touchdowns.
I f*** around and slow the beat down, and take the chunks [G] out.
The speed of my blunts, I greet, I'm an [Em] email on flow.
And I'm in need of a floor, my email rapid, I might as well email_
[D] Home!
I'm high as hell when the weather is freezing and cold, as the devil, a demon, and [C#] ghoul.
I'm gonna get even to even, get even some more.
It's too late to even get [F] low.
Fire whoop gang whoop gang, that's what I need to know.
Moolah, weezer to [D] coke.
The wind beneath my wings.
[A] Desert eagle underneath my [G] coat.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Moolah.
[B] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [D] _
_ [D#] _ Hard weezer.
_ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ You see, we just over here admiring [Dm] the view
of the mountains from the lake.
_ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Dm] I know it's will Paley, man.
Stop.
_ [N] _ _