Chords for Merkules - Black Beatles Remix

Tempo:
109.55 bpm
Chords used:

Em

C

G

Bm

Am

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Merkules - Black Beatles Remix chords
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[Am]
[B] [D]
[Em] Like Beatles in the city, [A] be immediately to confiscate the money [Em] Like trash
Race girl
Wild
My world
I said flowers what you said you didn't receive
Just like when I'm with you
That girl [Em] is a real crowd pleaser
Small world all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Release the cash watch it fall slowly
Fright girl still trying to get it
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the beat
Everybody want what I have now
I ain't about to let them have that
Ask around got the whole scene on lockdown
Come through zoom zoom with the cash
Everybody running to the east of the pie
And they think that I'm blind
I can see the disguise and they mad
Cause I got more to eat than a dry capis
I'm a beast boy your teeth are with pliers
I'm the one to call Tupac mentality
Like fuck em [C] all
I've been out there in the rain and the thunderstorm
And now they all uptight like [Em] I won the bra
But you my son in law you don't have any talent
They say I'm blue dope god damn it's a habit
If you come too close you'll get jacked
Like the rabbit gets shot stop moving
Man I can challenge
Motherfucker you should be yourself
Skinny ass jeans and you need some help
All these people wanna see me fail
But I'm still living large like 3XL
Let's be honest homie I'm the youngest and broke
It's like I ain't in jail with my pants throw
You a pussy period menstrual
Give you the work up in your grill like dental
Fat girl is a real crowd please
Small [G] world all her friends know of me
[Em] Young bull living like an old geezer
Release the cash watch it fall slowly
Fat girl still trying to get [C] easy
[G] Haters mad for whatever reason
[Em] Smoke in the air binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the beat
I'm a head out [C] to Hawaii I could use a tan
In Canada we screaming burn burn [Em] like Gucci
Man it's cold out here see the snow out here
I started at the bottom trying to grow out here
I do it for the fans and my bros out here
Frozen it's 40 below out here
I might need race trim and I got free steak dinner
My shit so fire like a heat wave hit you
I'm sure better show [C] where the DJ spinning
Cause you don't want beef you a free range chicken
Real shit though that's a fact
So put your platinum black inside your fanny pack
You spitting candy raps with your panty ass
But I'm the shit when I spit where the pap is at
I'm the nicest sound I want the hype's about
They try to bite my style until I find it out
And I show up in the crib and the pipe too loud
And bang bang shots rang till the lights went out
I said hey hey I should probably relax
I'll punch you in your stomach
Put your face right where your feet at It's Murk
Black girl out please
Small world all her friends know me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Release the cash watch it fall slowly
Fat girl still trying to get even
[C] Haters mad [Em] for whatever reason
Smoke in the air binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drop the niggas
I spent a lot of time as a young [C] kid doing dumb shit
For the hundreds now they pay me three grand
Just to show up at the function and get drunk [Em] like fuck yeah
I'm on top looking down got a view from the roof
Cause the movie that's moving the roof and the poof don't got a coupe
But I'm using the fuel from the youth cause I grew from the stoop
[Bm] Had a tool in [Em] my booth they don't test me
I'm the referee I got a squad of OG's standing next to [C] me
If you act like a dick then you might get cut
[Em] But sick to me we used to shop down at Winners never
Slop stuff at dinner and you cruise all squares like crop in the picture
We get paper like the top of the printer
Nigga try to deliver from this bottle of liquor
I get excited I should probably try to slow [C] down
We used to pick up pornies now we buy it by [Em] the whole pound
They used to talk shit but they show up at our shows now
Trying to get a picture in the lobby of our hotel, oh well
Stomp down the killers
Stomp on records
I'm a mad man
[Bm]
Key:  
Em
121
C
3211
G
2131
Bm
13421112
Am
2311
Em
121
C
3211
G
2131
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To learn Rae Sremmurd - Black Beatles chords, anchor your practice on these foundational sequence of chords - C, Em and C. To build a solid grasp, start slowly at 36 BPM and then match the original tempo of 73 BPM. To match your vocal range and chord inclination, adjust the capo in line with the key: E Minor.

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_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _
[Em] _ _ Like Beatles in the city, [A] be immediately to confiscate the money [Em] Like trash _ _
Race girl
_ Wild _
My world
I said flowers what you said you didn't receive
_ Just like when I'm with you
That girl [Em] is a real crowd pleaser
Small world all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Release the cash watch it fall slowly
Fright girl still trying to get it
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the beat
Everybody want what I have now
I ain't about to let them have that
Ask around got the whole scene on lockdown
Come through zoom zoom with the cash
Everybody running to the east of the pie
And they think that I'm blind
I can see the disguise and they mad
Cause I got more to eat than a dry capis
I'm a beast boy your teeth are with pliers
I'm the one to call Tupac mentality
Like fuck em [C] all
I've been out there in the rain and the thunderstorm
And now they all uptight like [Em] I won the bra
But you my son in law you don't have any talent
They say I'm blue dope god damn it's a habit
If you come too close you'll get jacked
Like the rabbit gets shot stop moving
Man I can challenge
Motherfucker you should be yourself
Skinny ass jeans and you need some help
All these people wanna see me fail
But I'm still living large like 3XL
Let's be honest homie I'm the youngest and broke
It's like I ain't in jail with my pants throw
You a pussy period menstrual
Give you the work up in your grill like dental
Fat girl is a real crowd please
Small [G] world all her friends know of me
[Em] Young bull living like an old geezer
Release the cash watch it fall slowly
Fat girl still trying to get [C] easy
[G] Haters mad for whatever reason
[Em] Smoke in the air binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the beat
I'm a head out [C] to Hawaii I could use a tan
In Canada we screaming burn burn [Em] like Gucci
Man it's cold out here see the snow out here
I started at the bottom trying to grow out here
I do it for the fans and my bros out here
Frozen it's 40 below out here
I might need race trim and I got free steak dinner
My shit so fire like a heat wave hit you
I'm sure better show [C] where the DJ spinning
Cause you don't want beef you a free range chicken
Real shit though that's a fact
So put your platinum black inside your fanny pack
You spitting candy raps with your panty ass
But I'm the shit when I spit where the pap is at
I'm the nicest sound I want the hype's about
They try to bite my style until I find it out
And I show up in the crib and the pipe too loud
And bang bang shots rang till the lights went out
I said hey hey I should probably relax
I'll punch you in your stomach
Put your face right where your feet at It's Murk
Black girl _ out please
Small world all her friends know me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Release the cash watch it fall slowly
Fat girl still trying to get even
[C] _ Haters mad [Em] for whatever reason
Smoke in the air binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drop the niggas
I spent a lot of time as a young [C] kid doing dumb shit
For the hundreds now they pay me three grand
Just to show up at the function and get drunk [Em] like fuck yeah
I'm on top looking down got a view from the roof
Cause the movie that's moving the roof and the poof don't got a coupe
But I'm using the fuel from the youth cause I grew from the stoop
[Bm] Had a tool in [Em] my booth they don't test me
I'm the referee I got a squad of OG's standing next to [C] me
If you act like a dick then you might get cut
[Em] But sick to me we used to shop down at Winners never
Slop stuff at dinner and you cruise all squares like crop in the picture
We get paper like the top of the printer
Nigga try to deliver from this bottle of liquor
I get excited I should probably try to slow [C] down
We used to pick up pornies now we buy it by [Em] the whole pound
They used to talk shit but they show up at our shows now
Trying to get a picture in the lobby of our hotel, oh well
_ _ Stomp down the killers
Stomp on records
I'm a mad man _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _

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