Chords for Nicki Minaj - Yikes (Lyrics)
Tempo:
77.8 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
G
C
Ab
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab] Don't have a fucking play with me.
Y'all niggas know y'all bitches know I'm [Eb] the fucking queen.
You hoe bitches [Ab] know.
You dirty bum bitches [Gm] know.
[Ab] [Gm] Got no strings [Cm] on them.
Broke up the place a coke up.
I just hit them with the low cuts and call [G] my folks [C] up.
Somebody about to get poked up.
Go call a tow truck.
All that talking out your neck might just get your throat cut.
This a Mack truck, not a [A] black truck.
When we move, tell them back [G] up.
Cut the clack up.
[Cm] Hella bands pull up stashed up.
Super faxed up.
All you niggas goes to park.
Uh oh, get your ass up.
Yikes.
I play tag and you in for life.
Yikes.
We were clowns.
We do [C] this for likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
Keep it light.
Yikes.
What's the hype?
It's the second light.
Yikes.
Out of town.
Don't consist of flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's the goofing white.
It's your life.
You bitches ain't moving.
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.
Be like, I think you fine.
Yeah.
I don't play with demons.
Satan get behind you.
About to give up a [Em] margarita with two limes.
[Fm] [C] Oh, I've been the same.
Ain't shit [Cm] change.
This ain't nothing new.
That pretty frame.
Diamond
chain.
This a fuck it do.
Yo, get away.
It's some bad bitches coming through.
I get two F's [G] like
the letters [Eb] that are on my shoe.
[Cm] Yikes.
I play tag and you in for life.
Yikes.
We [G] were clowns.
We do
for [C] likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
TV like yikes.
What's the hype?
It's the same thing like yikes.
Out of town.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
It's your life.
Bad talk, but they got no mouth for money.
Bad talk.
It's quiet.
Ain't no bad talk.
Quiet.
Ain't no bad talk.
Y'all niggas know y'all bitches know I'm [Eb] the fucking queen.
You hoe bitches [Ab] know.
You dirty bum bitches [Gm] know.
[Ab] [Gm] Got no strings [Cm] on them.
Broke up the place a coke up.
I just hit them with the low cuts and call [G] my folks [C] up.
Somebody about to get poked up.
Go call a tow truck.
All that talking out your neck might just get your throat cut.
This a Mack truck, not a [A] black truck.
When we move, tell them back [G] up.
Cut the clack up.
[Cm] Hella bands pull up stashed up.
Super faxed up.
All you niggas goes to park.
Uh oh, get your ass up.
Yikes.
I play tag and you in for life.
Yikes.
We were clowns.
We do [C] this for likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
Keep it light.
Yikes.
What's the hype?
It's the second light.
Yikes.
Out of town.
Don't consist of flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's the goofing white.
It's your life.
You bitches ain't moving.
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.
Be like, I think you fine.
Yeah.
I don't play with demons.
Satan get behind you.
About to give up a [Em] margarita with two limes.
[Fm] [C] Oh, I've been the same.
Ain't shit [Cm] change.
This ain't nothing new.
That pretty frame.
Diamond
chain.
This a fuck it do.
Yo, get away.
It's some bad bitches coming through.
I get two F's [G] like
the letters [Eb] that are on my shoe.
[Cm] Yikes.
I play tag and you in for life.
Yikes.
We [G] were clowns.
We do
for [C] likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
TV like yikes.
What's the hype?
It's the same thing like yikes.
Out of town.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's a different way.
It's your life.
Bad talk, but they got no mouth for money.
Bad talk.
It's quiet.
Ain't no bad talk.
Quiet.
Ain't no bad talk.
Key:
Cm
G
C
Ab
Eb
Cm
G
C
[Ab] Don't have a fucking play with me.
Y'all niggas know y'all bitches know I'm [Eb] the fucking queen.
You hoe bitches [Ab] know.
You dirty bum bitches [Gm] know.
_ _ [Ab] [Gm] Got no strings [Cm] on them.
Broke up the place a coke up.
I just hit them with the low cuts and call [G] my folks [C] up.
Somebody about to get poked up.
Go call a tow truck.
All that talking out your neck might just get your throat cut.
This a Mack truck, not a [A] black truck.
When we move, tell them back [G] up.
Cut the clack up.
[Cm] Hella bands pull up stashed up.
Super faxed up.
All you niggas goes to park.
Uh oh, get your ass up.
Yikes.
I play tag and you in for life.
Yikes.
We were clowns.
We do [C] this for likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
Keep it light.
Yikes.
What's the hype?
It's the second light.
Yikes.
Out of town.
Don't consist of flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's the goofing white.
It's your life.
You bitches ain't moving.
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.
Be like, I think you fine.
Yeah.
I don't play with demons.
Satan get behind you.
About to give up a [Em] margarita with two limes.
[Fm] _ [C] Oh, I've been the same.
Ain't shit [Cm] change.
This ain't nothing new.
That pretty frame.
Diamond
chain.
This a fuck it do.
Yo, get away.
It's some bad bitches coming through.
I get two F's [G] like
the letters [Eb] that are on my shoe.
[Cm] Yikes.
I play tag and you in for life.
Yikes.
We [G] were clowns.
We do
for [C] likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
TV like yikes.
What's the hype?
It's the same thing like yikes.
Out of town.
Yikes.
_ Work hard.
It's a different way.
It's your life.
_ Bad talk, but they got no mouth for money.
Bad talk.
_ _ _ It's quiet.
Ain't no bad talk. _
Quiet.
Ain't no bad talk. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Y'all niggas know y'all bitches know I'm [Eb] the fucking queen.
You hoe bitches [Ab] know.
You dirty bum bitches [Gm] know.
_ _ [Ab] [Gm] Got no strings [Cm] on them.
Broke up the place a coke up.
I just hit them with the low cuts and call [G] my folks [C] up.
Somebody about to get poked up.
Go call a tow truck.
All that talking out your neck might just get your throat cut.
This a Mack truck, not a [A] black truck.
When we move, tell them back [G] up.
Cut the clack up.
[Cm] Hella bands pull up stashed up.
Super faxed up.
All you niggas goes to park.
Uh oh, get your ass up.
Yikes.
I play tag and you in for life.
Yikes.
We were clowns.
We do [C] this for likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
Keep it light.
Yikes.
What's the hype?
It's the second light.
Yikes.
Out of town.
Don't consist of flights.
Yikes.
Work hard.
It's the goofing white.
It's your life.
You bitches ain't moving.
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.
Be like, I think you fine.
Yeah.
I don't play with demons.
Satan get behind you.
About to give up a [Em] margarita with two limes.
[Fm] _ [C] Oh, I've been the same.
Ain't shit [Cm] change.
This ain't nothing new.
That pretty frame.
Diamond
chain.
This a fuck it do.
Yo, get away.
It's some bad bitches coming through.
I get two F's [G] like
the letters [Eb] that are on my shoe.
[Cm] Yikes.
I play tag and you in for life.
Yikes.
We [G] were clowns.
We do
for [C] likes.
Yikes.
Yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite.
Rip it right.
TV like yikes.
What's the hype?
It's the same thing like yikes.
Out of town.
Yikes.
_ Work hard.
It's a different way.
It's your life.
_ Bad talk, but they got no mouth for money.
Bad talk.
_ _ _ It's quiet.
Ain't no bad talk. _
Quiet.
Ain't no bad talk. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _