Chords for Key Glock "Russian Cream" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
Tempo:
133.1 bpm
Chords used:
E
C
B
G
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[C] [Db] [E]
[Em] [C] [A]
[E] [B] [G]
[B] [Bb] [Bm]
[Eb]
I
Got beat rocks jumping at my brain ice watch ice ice, baby
Uh-huh.
I got a whole lot nigga using no, but you ain't got no bad niggas.
They know about
me
Check a boy
Fresh and so clean clean stuff them bands in my jeans
30s in them fingers a trigger.
Let it sing.
They don't smoke a Russian.
I got money blue and green
Drop them racks on double G's.
Yeah, I'm a Gucci fiend feel like Tarzan naughty tree.
I get so hot
I can't breathe.
I love brum bitch.
I'm a king, but I never leave my heat
What the fuck you mean?
Hit the game why me get lost tell it bitch keep on the draw because you know, I want them jobs
No, you can't take the can't call.
No, I gotta beat you the [G] hell get it.
Ho straight to my dog
Yeah, don't [Eb] call my basketball
You know, I'm all about my fingers young nigga getting them digits young niggas going gorilla
I heard you be talking to pillow boy, you know, you're not a killer my chopper eat niggas for dinner
My diamonds it make you shit this coating is eating my liver
Poem just because all my rose I spent it shining like a book bad as she don't give
My heart coke I show no love.
Yeah, my grandma raised it.
Yeah, I bought the racks
Everything I cashed out she left a lot of smash
Cash we had to like pass from the best you pass out
attraction tap out big like makeups
Diamonds blingy ho screen check a boy
Louis V also fresh and clean stuff them bands in my jeans slapped him 30s in them things pull the trigger
Let it sing then go smoke a Russian cream
[C] [Db] [E]
[Em] [C] [A]
[E] [B] [G]
[B] [Bb] [Bm]
[Eb]
I
Got beat rocks jumping at my brain ice watch ice ice, baby
Uh-huh.
I got a whole lot nigga using no, but you ain't got no bad niggas.
They know about
me
Check a boy
Fresh and so clean clean stuff them bands in my jeans
30s in them fingers a trigger.
Let it sing.
They don't smoke a Russian.
I got money blue and green
Drop them racks on double G's.
Yeah, I'm a Gucci fiend feel like Tarzan naughty tree.
I get so hot
I can't breathe.
I love brum bitch.
I'm a king, but I never leave my heat
What the fuck you mean?
Hit the game why me get lost tell it bitch keep on the draw because you know, I want them jobs
No, you can't take the can't call.
No, I gotta beat you the [G] hell get it.
Ho straight to my dog
Yeah, don't [Eb] call my basketball
You know, I'm all about my fingers young nigga getting them digits young niggas going gorilla
I heard you be talking to pillow boy, you know, you're not a killer my chopper eat niggas for dinner
My diamonds it make you shit this coating is eating my liver
Poem just because all my rose I spent it shining like a book bad as she don't give
My heart coke I show no love.
Yeah, my grandma raised it.
Yeah, I bought the racks
Everything I cashed out she left a lot of smash
Cash we had to like pass from the best you pass out
attraction tap out big like makeups
Diamonds blingy ho screen check a boy
Louis V also fresh and clean stuff them bands in my jeans slapped him 30s in them things pull the trigger
Let it sing then go smoke a Russian cream
Key:
E
C
B
G
Eb
E
C
B
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Db] _ _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I
Got beat rocks jumping at my brain ice watch ice ice, baby
Uh-huh.
I got a whole lot nigga using no, but you ain't got no bad niggas.
They know about _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
me
Check a boy
_ Fresh and so clean clean stuff them bands in my jeans
30s in them fingers a trigger.
Let it sing.
They don't smoke a Russian.
I got money blue and green
Drop them racks on double G's.
Yeah, I'm a Gucci fiend feel like Tarzan naughty tree.
I get so hot
I can't breathe.
I love brum bitch.
I'm a king, but I never leave my heat
What the fuck you mean?
_ _ Hit the game why me get lost tell it bitch keep on the draw because you know, I want them jobs
No, you can't take the can't call.
No, I gotta beat you the [G] hell get it.
Ho straight to my dog
Yeah, don't [Eb] call my basketball
You know, I'm all about my fingers young nigga getting them digits young niggas going gorilla
I heard you be talking to pillow boy, you know, you're not a killer my chopper eat niggas for dinner
My diamonds it make you shit this coating is eating my liver _ _ _ _
_ Poem just because all my rose I spent it shining like a book bad as she don't give
My _ _ heart coke I show no love.
Yeah, my grandma raised it.
Yeah, I bought the racks
Everything I cashed out she left a lot of smash
_ Cash we had to like pass from the best you pass out
attraction tap out big like makeups _ _ _ _
_ Diamonds blingy ho screen check a boy
Louis V also fresh and clean stuff them bands in my jeans slapped him 30s in them things pull the trigger
Let it sing then go smoke a Russian cream _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Db] _ _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I
Got beat rocks jumping at my brain ice watch ice ice, baby
Uh-huh.
I got a whole lot nigga using no, but you ain't got no bad niggas.
They know about _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
me
Check a boy
_ Fresh and so clean clean stuff them bands in my jeans
30s in them fingers a trigger.
Let it sing.
They don't smoke a Russian.
I got money blue and green
Drop them racks on double G's.
Yeah, I'm a Gucci fiend feel like Tarzan naughty tree.
I get so hot
I can't breathe.
I love brum bitch.
I'm a king, but I never leave my heat
What the fuck you mean?
_ _ Hit the game why me get lost tell it bitch keep on the draw because you know, I want them jobs
No, you can't take the can't call.
No, I gotta beat you the [G] hell get it.
Ho straight to my dog
Yeah, don't [Eb] call my basketball
You know, I'm all about my fingers young nigga getting them digits young niggas going gorilla
I heard you be talking to pillow boy, you know, you're not a killer my chopper eat niggas for dinner
My diamonds it make you shit this coating is eating my liver _ _ _ _
_ Poem just because all my rose I spent it shining like a book bad as she don't give
My _ _ heart coke I show no love.
Yeah, my grandma raised it.
Yeah, I bought the racks
Everything I cashed out she left a lot of smash
_ Cash we had to like pass from the best you pass out
attraction tap out big like makeups _ _ _ _
_ Diamonds blingy ho screen check a boy
Louis V also fresh and clean stuff them bands in my jeans slapped him 30s in them things pull the trigger
Let it sing then go smoke a Russian cream _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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