Chords for Lil Wyte - Get High To This ft. Hypnotize Camp Posse

Tempo:
78 bpm
Chords used:

Ebm

Bb

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Lil Wyte - Get High To This ft. Hypnotize Camp Posse chords
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I'm saying once again, it's on [Ebm] baby
Gangsta shit, but they ain't did nothing DJ Paul Lord
Empty crunchy black for real bus and we done rolled down on niggas.
We done let them gas burst
We done seen niggas blood leak clean through their shirt
I ain't lying to you boys when I said it y'all get did man
I keep me some hungry niggas ready to split the wig of a fake solid nigga hoseline in their raps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had to scrap
So we shot him in the neck made his body cold left from lady wet body
I heard like a cornrow only so the sick I'm a bitch from the knob knob [Bb] pack of rusty tech in the neck
Plus a [Ebm] salt off hard making money when you watch it for the robber was narcotics and he's hood rest
Look gobbler's they take a shot at you put you in the hospital
[Bb] Do you live for dead and they tell you I'm a [Ebm] hollick?
Can I go again?
Trying to keep my motherfucking ass in
[Eb] Niggas hollering free
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Eb] [Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm]
Oh
[Eb] [Bb] [Ebm]
I
See your face as a frown gotta keep your head up cuz when you fuck with this cat let's say you're messed up
They told you in the beginning.
Don't try to test us the day little white hooked up with the six
That shit was all she wrote, you know, these lyrics be burning blisters deep in my throat
This should be harder than lava laying a halt in your soccer
You graduated with honors to sell out institutions and this for all the rappers they got kicked about this camp
I saw your plate went back for [Bb] seconds.
How you loving that?
This is my [Ebm] motherfucking posse song raise your own instead of getting about this shit
You stay jazz at home.
Look at your lurking so certain.
I know you're feeling hurt
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm] If they knew
Little white put it down.
You know I'm saying mythos motherfucking finest doubt me motherfucking now
I got all my boys with me AC motherfucking
out there.
We brought this shit.
Y'all motherfuckers ain't talking [Bb] about nothing man.
Hell me now [Ebm] motherfuckers.
My boy Lil Bo.
All my motherfuckers you in [Bb] the way.
My little [Ebm] nigga Lil Bo.
My boys Lil Duh.
All my boys Lil Duh.
[Bb] LBT out of the tree y'all boys.
I know y'all with me.
[Ebm] Fuck all these haters.
Listen to all these motherfucking haters.
Doubt me motherfucking now bitch.
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm]
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Let's start jamming Lil Wyte - Get High To This chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - Ebm, Bb, Ebm, Eb and Bb in sequence. A good strategy is to initiate at 39 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 78 BPM. Tune your capo to accommodate your vocal range, referencing the song's key: E Minor.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I'm saying once again, it's on [Ebm] baby _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Gangsta shit, but they ain't did nothing DJ Paul Lord
Empty crunchy black for real bus and we done rolled down on niggas.
We done let them gas burst
We done seen niggas blood leak clean through their shirt
I ain't lying to you boys when I said it y'all get did man
I keep me some hungry niggas ready to split the wig of a fake solid nigga hoseline in their raps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had to scrap
So we shot him in the neck made his body cold left from lady wet body
I heard like a cornrow only so the sick I'm a bitch from the knob knob [Bb] pack of rusty tech in the neck
Plus a [Ebm] salt off hard making money when you watch it for the robber was narcotics and he's hood rest
Look gobbler's they take a shot at you put you in the hospital
[Bb] Do you live for dead and they tell you I'm a [Ebm] hollick?
Can I go again?
Trying to keep my motherfucking ass in _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] Niggas hollering free
_ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ Oh _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _
I
See your face as a frown gotta keep your head up cuz when you fuck with this cat let's say you're messed up
They told you in the beginning.
Don't try to test us the day little white hooked up with the six
That shit was all she wrote, you know, these lyrics be burning blisters deep in my throat
This should be harder than lava laying a halt in your soccer
You _ _ _ _ _ graduated with honors to sell out institutions and this for all the rappers they got kicked about this camp
I saw your plate went back for [Bb] seconds.
How you loving that?
This is my [Ebm] motherfucking posse song raise your own instead of getting about this shit
You stay jazz at home.
Look at your lurking so certain.
I know you're feeling hurt
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Ebm] If they knew
Little white put it down.
You know I'm saying mythos motherfucking finest doubt me motherfucking now
I got all my boys with me AC motherfucking _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ out there.
We brought this shit.
Y'all motherfuckers ain't talking [Bb] about nothing man.
Hell me now [Ebm] motherfuckers.
My boy Lil Bo.
All my motherfuckers you in [Bb] the way.
My little [Ebm] nigga Lil Bo.
My boys Lil Duh.
All my boys Lil Duh.
[Bb] LBT out of the tree y'all boys.
I know y'all with me.
[Ebm] Fuck all these haters.
Listen to all these motherfucking haters.
Doubt me motherfucking now bitch. _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _

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This song was featured on the Doubt Me Now album.

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