Chords for Plumpy Boss - Load d Clip ft. Medz Boss, Pndrn

Tempo:
83 bpm
Chords used:

F#m

D#

C

C#

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Plumpy Boss - Load d Clip ft. Medz Boss, Pndrn chords
Start Jamming...
I mean, I like.
[D#]
[C] [F#m]
Huh.
[F#m] Fuck really wrong with them dude man.
Hey man, it's [C#] Plum Peter we're making a lot of [F#m] fuck eh.
Don't worry.
Hey get something for the mother's country we gon' eyelet in the face eh.
Fuck it, talk it.
Eh.
Buh, buh, buh.
Yeah.
Blow the creep and kill people, foodie has foodie even.
Motherfuck.
What it need for me to touch deep, everything complete.
Money.
Motherfuck.
Yeah, I could a hundred man a hundred shut [B] all the door.
[F#m] Go deep, the gal a beat, blow six man a spread out.
Seven on the world, where the fuck you a say bout ya.
Brain burst man the damn paravelum.
Glock 19 send a duppy go a head first.
Sasha body don't got data, keep a number, say revelum dog.
Cheap tractor, give me four five.
Boy die and a suicide, body can't find.
Buh, buh, buh.
Straight bullseye, same gang, madness lifestyle.
Meanwhile, here same badness got the ting over.
President we no take that from no man.
Dark up the place like Sadie Stanton and.
Pant up, kill us, no be badness to come man.
Blow the creep and kill people, foodie has foodie even.
Motherfuck.
What it need for me to touch deep, everything complete.
Money.
Yeah, I could a hundred man a hundred shut all the door.
Pan the grommel and we blind and the four.
Fifty gal a beat, blow six man a spread out.
Seven on the world, when the fuck you a say vote yah.
Brain ghost man the damn parabellum.
Glock 19 send a duppy go a head first.
Sasha body don't got data, keep a number, say revelum dog.
Head sick, yeah.
Rushy got pill.
Me pop Molly dog, where the fickle kill.
Take a line and drill, yeah.
Head for spill.
Act no bumble, clap man can't chill.
He not killing man's kill.
Yeah, I could a hundred man a hundred shut all the door dog.
Everything flat pan the grommel and we say.
Make bad drip.
Head sick.
Psychopathic and every glock a chip.
Extend the tips.
Hollow tips.
Fuck money and some new mail.
Self prospect keys.
Blow the clip and kill people.
Food eat us.
What it need for me to touch deep, everything complete.
Money.
My job.
My job.
Key:  
F#m
123111112
D#
12341116
C
3211
C#
12341114
B
12341112
F#m
123111112
D#
12341116
C
3211
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_ I mean, I like.
_ _ _ [D#] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
Huh.
[F#m] Fuck really wrong with them dude man.
Hey man, it's [C#] Plum Peter we're making a lot of [F#m] fuck eh.
Don't worry.
Hey get something for the mother's country we gon' eyelet in the face eh.
Fuck it, talk it.
_ Eh. _
Buh, buh, buh.
Yeah.
Blow the creep and kill people, foodie has foodie even.
Motherfuck.
What it need for me to touch deep, everything complete.
Money.
Motherfuck.
_ Yeah, I could a hundred man a hundred shut [B] all the door.
_ [F#m] Go deep, the gal a beat, blow six man a spread out.
Seven on the world, where the fuck you a say bout ya.
Brain burst man the damn paravelum.
Glock 19 send a duppy go a head first.
Sasha body don't got data, keep a number, say revelum dog.
Cheap tractor, give me four five.
Boy die and a suicide, body can't find.
Buh, buh, buh.
Straight bullseye, same gang, madness lifestyle.
Meanwhile, here same badness got the ting over.
President we no take that from no man.
Dark up the place like Sadie Stanton and.
Pant up, kill us, no be badness to come man.
_ Blow the creep and kill people, foodie has foodie even.
Motherfuck.
What it need for me to touch deep, everything complete.
Money. _ _
Yeah, I could a hundred man a hundred shut all the door.
Pan the grommel and we blind and the four.
Fifty gal a beat, blow six man a spread out.
Seven on the world, when the fuck you a say vote yah.
Brain ghost man the damn parabellum.
Glock 19 send a duppy go a head first.
Sasha body don't got data, keep a number, say revelum dog.
Head sick, yeah.
Rushy got pill.
Me pop Molly dog, where the fickle kill.
Take a line and drill, yeah.
Head for spill.
Act no bumble, clap man can't chill.
He not killing man's kill.
Yeah, I could a hundred man a hundred shut all the door dog.
_ Everything flat pan the grommel and we say.
Make bad drip.
Head sick.
Psychopathic and every glock a chip.
Extend the tips.
Hollow tips.
Fuck money and some new mail.
Self prospect keys.
Blow the clip and kill people.
Food eat us.
_ _ What it need for me to touch deep, everything complete.
Money.
My job.
My job. _ _ _ _