Chords for NLE Choppa - Ice Spice (MUNCH) (Official Music Video)

Tempo:
143.15 bpm
Chords used:

Gm

F

Dm

G

Bb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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NLE Choppa - Ice Spice (MUNCH) (Official Music Video) chords
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[Eb]
[G]
[F] [Gm]
[F] [G]
I ain't gonna lie, you niggas in trouble Can't sign that shit till it's double
[F] Rich young niggas can't get [D] no scope I don't quit with the blip that's on [Gm] my brother
Take a risk everyday with my life I'ma roll that dice like a tenner
Four, [Dm] go to the bank Deposit money every week in there
Bitch, [Bb] till I break that hoe Niggas say that I got enough money in my pocket
Quit saying that nigga need smoke I ain't been to sleep in a good [Eb] damn week
[G] I'm this and that but you can't say I'm broke Me and my brother had bunk beds
I was on [N] the bottom of a dare and lived to the float
Now when you step in my crib [Eb] You can lay on my bed [Gm] with twenty-some hoes
Could've sold on, looked like turkey legs Thank God everyday that I ain't [A] dead
Dirty ass guy ain't gotta know how to play Gotta keep my [G] head with one in the head
Rowing the fence, he like the state See cheese in the spread on his plate
[F] Money on his books so you know he straight [A] Saints so big, look like he [Gm] Jamaican
See them come to stand on fake And I make niggas fake that bitch, stop [Dm] playing
First little deal, I took a little bit out of that Then twenty [Gm] K on a nigga neck
Over a couple meals, still winning on the drill I'm CEO but I'm in the field [Dm] with a bitch
Throw my dog a bone, need him to go fetch When he brought the big bag, had to hold down [Gm] sack
Bleed purple, see purple, we purple Niggas [G] know this shit be [F] crippled
Small circle, start the Urka [E] Bitch, it's fertile, still left it on her lip
Mine lurking, [Bb] brain hurting, chains hurting Same person think about murder
Buying perky [F] drugs, walking lanes Swerving in a [G] vert, some on work and roll
Roll up one, trap doing numbers in Jump, jump, [Dm] jump, and no
Don't throw my gun, get out of the cop room For [Gm] a drunk run
Oh, these niggas my sons Dead bitch to them, I ain't got no [F] form
Fat bitch, look like Ice Spice She [Gm] eatin' dick, she the real munch
Roll up one, [C] trap doing numbers in Jump, jump, jump, and no
Don't throw my [Gm] gun, get out of the cop room For a drunk run
Oh, these niggas my sons Dead bitch to them, I ain't got no [F] form
Fat bitch, look like Ice [Bb] Spice She eatin' dick, [Eb] she the real [Gm] munch
Bad ass bitch with a whole lotta ass Whole lotta cash, that's my [F] type
All eyes on me, can't talk to the ho See Greg go get [Gm] her, he know what I like
I don't do tricking, might pay for the pussy Don't let me know the price, it might be [Am] right
See her print all through her tights Her camel toe, [Gm] it be toeing right
Hey, so free, so lay We count tips, we be [F] straight
My bitch cheap, too [Dm] gay We fuck [A] hoes all damn [Gm] day
Two bucks, turn to a safe Trap house, turn [Dm] to a state
White bricks over New [D] Jays Trap fashion, [Gm] runway
One up on me, you won't get that Couple [G] niggas, won't they [Bb] lick back
Shit on niggas like a shit bag Poppin' [Gm] niggas with my red jazz
Run lefts on them like a Zzz, know they be mad
Cause when I'm mad, [F] I can't backtrack, made a comeback
[G] I can't front that, I been on that
She say something, I say nothing Keep on fussing, I ain't [F] budging
I'm harder cause money [Dm] I'm touching And plenty [G] bitches I'm fucking
Switch a rule a hoe real quick on some real shit
[F] I'm P, she say I'm ducking No loving, [G] no trusting, bitch, I'm me
Roll, roll up one Trap on those, it jump, jump, [Dm] jump
No, [Am] don't throw my [Dm] gun Get out the cop run, [Gm] 4-4 run
Oh, these niggas my sons They be too, I ain't got none for them
[Dm] Fat bitch look like Ice Spice She eatin' dick shit [Gm] real much
Roll, roll up one Trap on those, it jump, jump, [F] jump
No, don't throw my [Gb] gun Get out the cop run, 4-4 run
[Cm] Oh, these [Gm] niggas my sons They be too, I ain't got none for them
Fat [Dm] bitch look like Ice [Gm] Spice She eatin' dick shit real much
[F] [Gm]
[G] [Gm]
[F] Pay me [Gm] respect, not money, bitch
[F] [Dm]
[Gm]
[Dm]
[Gm] [G]
[Bb]
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Gm
123111113
F
134211111
Dm
2311
G
2131
Bb
12341111
Gm
123111113
F
134211111
Dm
2311
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To start learning Nle Choppa - Ice Spice chords, centre your learning around these elemetal chords sequence: Gm, F, Dm, Gm, Dm, F, G and F. To master the tempo, it's wise to start at 71 BPM before aiming for the song's 143 BPM. Tune your capo to accommodate your vocal range, referencing the song's key: Eb Major.

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_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _
I ain't gonna lie, you niggas in trouble Can't sign that shit till it's double
[F] Rich young niggas can't get [D] no scope I don't quit with the blip that's on [Gm] my brother
Take a risk everyday with my life I'ma roll that dice like a tenner
Four, [Dm] go to the bank Deposit money every week in there
Bitch, [Bb] till I break that hoe Niggas say that I got enough money in my pocket
Quit saying that nigga need smoke I ain't been to sleep in a good [Eb] damn week
[G] I'm this and that but you can't say I'm broke Me and my brother had bunk beds
I was on [N] the bottom of a dare and lived to the float
Now when you step in my crib [Eb] You can lay on my bed [Gm] with twenty-some hoes
Could've sold on, looked like turkey legs Thank God everyday that I ain't [A] dead
Dirty ass guy ain't gotta know how to play Gotta keep my [G] head with one in the head
Rowing the fence, he like the state See cheese in the spread on his plate
[F] Money on his books so you know he straight [A] Saints so big, look like he [Gm] Jamaican
See them come to stand on fake And I make niggas fake that bitch, stop [Dm] playing
First little deal, I took a little bit out of that Then twenty [Gm] K on a nigga neck
Over a couple meals, still winning on the drill I'm CEO but I'm in the field [Dm] with a bitch
Throw my dog a bone, need him to go fetch When he brought the big bag, had to hold down [Gm] sack
Bleed purple, see purple, we purple Niggas [G] know this shit be [F] crippled
Small circle, start the Urka [E] Bitch, it's fertile, still left it on her lip
Mine lurking, [Bb] brain hurting, chains hurting Same person think about murder
Buying perky [F] drugs, walking lanes Swerving in a [G] vert, some on work and roll
Roll up one, trap doing numbers in Jump, jump, [Dm] jump, and no
Don't throw my gun, get out of the cop room For [Gm] a drunk run
Oh, these niggas my sons Dead bitch to them, I ain't got no [F] form
Fat bitch, look like Ice Spice She [Gm] eatin' dick, she the real munch
Roll up one, [C] trap doing numbers in Jump, jump, jump, and no
Don't throw my [Gm] gun, get out of the cop room For a drunk run
Oh, these niggas my sons Dead bitch to them, I ain't got no [F] form
Fat bitch, look like Ice [Bb] Spice She eatin' dick, [Eb] she the real [Gm] munch
Bad ass bitch with a whole lotta ass Whole lotta cash, that's my [F] type
All eyes on me, can't talk to the ho See Greg go get [Gm] her, he know what I like
I don't do tricking, might pay for the pussy Don't let me know the price, it might be [Am] right
See her print all through her tights Her camel toe, [Gm] it be toeing right
Hey, so free, so lay We count tips, we be [F] straight
My bitch cheap, too [Dm] gay We fuck [A] hoes all damn [Gm] day
Two bucks, turn to a safe Trap house, turn [Dm] to a state
White bricks over New [D] Jays Trap fashion, [Gm] runway
One up on me, you won't get that Couple [G] niggas, won't they [Bb] lick back
Shit on niggas like a shit bag Poppin' [Gm] niggas with my red jazz
Run lefts on them like a Zzz, know they be mad
Cause when I'm mad, [F] I can't backtrack, made a comeback
[G] I can't front that, I been on that
She say something, I say nothing Keep on fussing, I ain't [F] budging
I'm harder cause money [Dm] I'm touching And plenty [G] bitches I'm fucking
Switch a rule a hoe real quick on some real shit
[F] I'm P, she say I'm ducking No loving, [G] no trusting, bitch, I'm me
Roll, roll up one Trap on those, it jump, jump, [Dm] jump
No, [Am] don't throw my [Dm] gun Get out the cop run, [Gm] 4-4 run
Oh, these niggas my sons They be too, I ain't got none for them
[Dm] Fat bitch look like Ice Spice She eatin' dick shit [Gm] real much
Roll, roll up one Trap on those, it jump, jump, [F] jump
No, don't throw my [Gb] gun Get out the cop run, 4-4 run
[Cm] Oh, these [Gm] niggas my sons They be too, I ain't got none for them
Fat [Dm] bitch look like Ice [Gm] Spice She eatin' dick shit real much _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ Pay me [Gm] respect, not money, bitch _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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