Chords for Nicki Minaj - Yikes (Lyric Video)
Tempo:
75.15 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
G
C
Eb
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab] Don't ever fucking play with me.
Y'all niggas know y'all bitches know I'm [Eb] the fucking queen.
You hoe bitches [Fm] know.
You dirty [Gm] bum bitches know.
Got [Ab] [Gm] no strings on [Cm] them.
Broke up the pace of coke up.
I just hit them with the low cut.
They call my [G] folks up.
[C] Somebody bout to get poked up.
Go call the tow truck.
All that talking out your neck might [G] just get your throat cut.
[Cm] This a Mack truck, not a black truck.
When we move, tell them back up.
Cause a clack duck.
Hella bands pull up stashed up.
Super faxed up.
All you bitches Rosa Parks.
Uh oh, get your ass up.
Yikes.
I play tag and you eat for life.
Yikes.
You a clown.
[G] You do it for [C] likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
Ain't be light.
Yikes.
What's the hype?
This is something light.
Yikes.
Out of town.
On consistent flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
Get your life.
[G]
[C] Yeah, I
keep two nines.
Yeah, you see my face all over that Fendi design.
Yeah, soon as niggas press you boy, you throw up.
Peace signs.
Yeah, you don't want that action.
Pull your card.
You decline.
Yeah.
I keep two dimes.
Yeah.
Walk up to a bad bitch.
[Gm] Be like, I think [Eb] you fine.
[Cm] Yeah.
I don't play with demons.
Satan get behind you.
Bout to get fucked up on margarita [Em] with two limes.
[Fm] Yeah.
[Cm] I've been the same.
Ain't shit change.
This ain't nothing new.
That pitty frame.
Diamond chain.
What the fuck it do?
Yo, get away.
It's some bad bitches coming through.
I get two [G] F's like the letters that are [Eb] on my shoe.
[C] Yikes.
I play tag and you eat for [Cm] life.
Yikes.
You a clown.
[C] You do it for likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
[Db] Baby, like.
[Cm] Yikes.
What's the hype?
This is something like.
Yikes.
Out of town.
On consistent flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
Get your life.
You bitches ain't mean to play.
Bad [C] talk.
But they ain't got no mouth for money.
Bad talk.
[G] [Cm] It's quiet.
Ain't no bad talk.
[G] Quiet.
Ain't no bad [C] talk.
Y'all niggas know y'all bitches know I'm [Eb] the fucking queen.
You hoe bitches [Fm] know.
You dirty [Gm] bum bitches know.
Got [Ab] [Gm] no strings on [Cm] them.
Broke up the pace of coke up.
I just hit them with the low cut.
They call my [G] folks up.
[C] Somebody bout to get poked up.
Go call the tow truck.
All that talking out your neck might [G] just get your throat cut.
[Cm] This a Mack truck, not a black truck.
When we move, tell them back up.
Cause a clack duck.
Hella bands pull up stashed up.
Super faxed up.
All you bitches Rosa Parks.
Uh oh, get your ass up.
Yikes.
I play tag and you eat for life.
Yikes.
You a clown.
[G] You do it for [C] likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
Ain't be light.
Yikes.
What's the hype?
This is something light.
Yikes.
Out of town.
On consistent flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
Get your life.
[G]
[C] Yeah, I
keep two nines.
Yeah, you see my face all over that Fendi design.
Yeah, soon as niggas press you boy, you throw up.
Peace signs.
Yeah, you don't want that action.
Pull your card.
You decline.
Yeah.
I keep two dimes.
Yeah.
Walk up to a bad bitch.
[Gm] Be like, I think [Eb] you fine.
[Cm] Yeah.
I don't play with demons.
Satan get behind you.
Bout to get fucked up on margarita [Em] with two limes.
[Fm] Yeah.
[Cm] I've been the same.
Ain't shit change.
This ain't nothing new.
That pitty frame.
Diamond chain.
What the fuck it do?
Yo, get away.
It's some bad bitches coming through.
I get two [G] F's like the letters that are [Eb] on my shoe.
[C] Yikes.
I play tag and you eat for [Cm] life.
Yikes.
You a clown.
[C] You do it for likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
[Db] Baby, like.
[Cm] Yikes.
What's the hype?
This is something like.
Yikes.
Out of town.
On consistent flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
Get your life.
You bitches ain't mean to play.
Bad [C] talk.
But they ain't got no mouth for money.
Bad talk.
[G] [Cm] It's quiet.
Ain't no bad talk.
[G] Quiet.
Ain't no bad [C] talk.
Key:
Cm
G
C
Eb
Gm
Cm
G
C
[Ab] Don't ever fucking play with me.
Y'all niggas know y'all bitches know I'm [Eb] the fucking queen.
You hoe bitches [Fm] know.
You dirty [Gm] bum bitches know.
Got [Ab] _ [Gm] _ no strings on [Cm] them.
Broke up the pace of coke up.
I just hit them with the low cut.
They call my [G] folks up.
[C] Somebody bout to get poked up.
Go call the tow truck.
All that talking out your neck might [G] just get your throat cut.
[Cm] This a Mack truck, not a black truck.
When we move, tell them back up.
Cause a clack duck.
Hella bands pull up stashed up.
Super faxed up.
All you bitches Rosa Parks.
Uh oh, get your ass up.
Yikes.
I play tag and you eat for life.
Yikes.
You a clown.
[G] You do it for [C] likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
Ain't be light.
Yikes.
What's the hype?
This is something light.
Yikes.
Out of town.
On consistent flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
Get your life.
[G] _
[C] Yeah, I
keep two nines.
Yeah, you see my face all over that Fendi design.
Yeah, soon as niggas press you boy, you throw up.
Peace signs.
Yeah, you don't want that action.
Pull your card.
You decline.
Yeah.
I keep two dimes.
Yeah.
Walk up to a bad bitch.
[Gm] Be like, I think [Eb] you fine.
[Cm] Yeah.
I don't play with demons.
Satan get behind you.
Bout to get fucked up on margarita [Em] with two limes.
[Fm] Yeah.
[Cm] _ I've been the same.
Ain't shit change.
This ain't nothing new.
That pitty frame.
Diamond chain.
What the fuck it do?
Yo, get away.
It's some bad bitches coming through.
I get two [G] F's like the letters that are [Eb] on my shoe.
_ [C] Yikes.
I play tag and you eat for [Cm] life.
Yikes.
You a clown.
[C] You do it for likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
[Db] Baby, like.
[Cm] Yikes.
What's the hype?
This is something like.
Yikes.
Out of town.
On consistent flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
Get your life.
You bitches ain't mean to play.
Bad [C] talk.
But they ain't got no mouth for money.
Bad talk.
_ [G] _ [Cm] _ It's quiet.
Ain't no bad talk.
[G] Quiet.
Ain't no bad [C] talk. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Y'all niggas know y'all bitches know I'm [Eb] the fucking queen.
You hoe bitches [Fm] know.
You dirty [Gm] bum bitches know.
Got [Ab] _ [Gm] _ no strings on [Cm] them.
Broke up the pace of coke up.
I just hit them with the low cut.
They call my [G] folks up.
[C] Somebody bout to get poked up.
Go call the tow truck.
All that talking out your neck might [G] just get your throat cut.
[Cm] This a Mack truck, not a black truck.
When we move, tell them back up.
Cause a clack duck.
Hella bands pull up stashed up.
Super faxed up.
All you bitches Rosa Parks.
Uh oh, get your ass up.
Yikes.
I play tag and you eat for life.
Yikes.
You a clown.
[G] You do it for [C] likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
Ain't be light.
Yikes.
What's the hype?
This is something light.
Yikes.
Out of town.
On consistent flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
Get your life.
[G] _
[C] Yeah, I
keep two nines.
Yeah, you see my face all over that Fendi design.
Yeah, soon as niggas press you boy, you throw up.
Peace signs.
Yeah, you don't want that action.
Pull your card.
You decline.
Yeah.
I keep two dimes.
Yeah.
Walk up to a bad bitch.
[Gm] Be like, I think [Eb] you fine.
[Cm] Yeah.
I don't play with demons.
Satan get behind you.
Bout to get fucked up on margarita [Em] with two limes.
[Fm] Yeah.
[Cm] _ I've been the same.
Ain't shit change.
This ain't nothing new.
That pitty frame.
Diamond chain.
What the fuck it do?
Yo, get away.
It's some bad bitches coming through.
I get two [G] F's like the letters that are [Eb] on my shoe.
_ [C] Yikes.
I play tag and you eat for [Cm] life.
Yikes.
You a clown.
[C] You do it for likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
[Db] Baby, like.
[Cm] Yikes.
What's the hype?
This is something like.
Yikes.
Out of town.
On consistent flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
Get your life.
You bitches ain't mean to play.
Bad [C] talk.
But they ain't got no mouth for money.
Bad talk.
_ [G] _ [Cm] _ It's quiet.
Ain't no bad talk.
[G] Quiet.
Ain't no bad [C] talk. _ _ _
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