Chords for Q-Tip - Wait Up
Tempo:
95.95 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
C#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[B] [E]
[B] [E] [A]
[B] [C#m] [B] I got a whole new approach for the [E] rhyming.
[B] You play for Aperol, I take the [E] rapping soul.
And if you're chronic with mine, then turn the [B] half a ho.
I'm just a [A] genie in a jack bottle.
The fake gold and his past is just a whack model.
[B] The ten knots with the force of a gas bottle.
[E] I live off, you put it out, we get it back model.
Hey, Baruch ha-bam, but this your average [E] reproduction of.
Rappers getting loose with all the ice [B] cream and thugs.
What the hell is wrong?
I'm asking [E] in the song.
One time I smoked hash out of the [B] Hickory small.
One of us is going late and I ain't [E] getting no more.
[B] [C#]
I got the drive, dog.
I hope [E] the globe's ready.
My mentality on time, chicks [B] are stationary.
[E] Give me that, give me that.
[B] Give me that.
Give me that.
[E] [B] Give me that.
Give me [G#] that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me [C#] that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
[E] Give me that.
Give me that.
I'm going to
[B] Now I'm digging, dog.
You want to shoot rice?
Give me the
I want to shoot rounds.
Want to sell rhymes?
I want to sell pants.
The decision is yours.
I got to see [E] toars.
Her cheeks will [A] get rowed, Chief.
Balling out the [B] doors.
My team stay roasted.
They stay roasted.
Niggas swimming, they had a hard night living at minus scar.
Prime Minster, I'm in the Treasure Room.
You didn't know that your man was a Legend, huh?
And Bonnie Smith both [E] did both of you.
I hit the road and I took my whole fucking [C#] crew.
Cause I'm a Queens cat, [B] Crimson Jeans cat, getting [A] money for more than one names [B] cat
Your vision never pans out, [E] and my mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach, my joint Grand Cross
It's the street commentator, providing you [E] with data
On how to live unique and it's really [B] not you if you got a
[C#] [E] [B]
[G#]
[B] [E] [A]
And all the fellas [B] go, and all [B] my ladies go
And all the fellas go, [G#m] and all [E] the ladies go
[A#]
[A] [E]
[B] A mellow disposition, [E] even when it's pain
Your [B] mental ammunition, is faulty with a drain
How can you down Lord, [E] fuck a mic cord
[C#] Brothers died in this game so [A] we can see it's [C#] all right
The innovator, your being [A] still a hater
The abstract, your print, it stays like a scar
[B] I got the masses cold, living [E] and shaking their head
Ma you better get involved [A] and do what was [B] said
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[B] [E] [A]
[B] [C#m] [B] I got a whole new approach for the [E] rhyming.
[B] You play for Aperol, I take the [E] rapping soul.
And if you're chronic with mine, then turn the [B] half a ho.
I'm just a [A] genie in a jack bottle.
The fake gold and his past is just a whack model.
[B] The ten knots with the force of a gas bottle.
[E] I live off, you put it out, we get it back model.
Hey, Baruch ha-bam, but this your average [E] reproduction of.
Rappers getting loose with all the ice [B] cream and thugs.
What the hell is wrong?
I'm asking [E] in the song.
One time I smoked hash out of the [B] Hickory small.
One of us is going late and I ain't [E] getting no more.
[B] [C#]
I got the drive, dog.
I hope [E] the globe's ready.
My mentality on time, chicks [B] are stationary.
[E] Give me that, give me that.
[B] Give me that.
Give me that.
[E] [B] Give me that.
Give me [G#] that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me [C#] that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
[E] Give me that.
Give me that.
I'm going to
[B] Now I'm digging, dog.
You want to shoot rice?
Give me the
I want to shoot rounds.
Want to sell rhymes?
I want to sell pants.
The decision is yours.
I got to see [E] toars.
Her cheeks will [A] get rowed, Chief.
Balling out the [B] doors.
My team stay roasted.
They stay roasted.
Niggas swimming, they had a hard night living at minus scar.
Prime Minster, I'm in the Treasure Room.
You didn't know that your man was a Legend, huh?
And Bonnie Smith both [E] did both of you.
I hit the road and I took my whole fucking [C#] crew.
Cause I'm a Queens cat, [B] Crimson Jeans cat, getting [A] money for more than one names [B] cat
Your vision never pans out, [E] and my mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach, my joint Grand Cross
It's the street commentator, providing you [E] with data
On how to live unique and it's really [B] not you if you got a
[C#] [E] [B]
[G#]
[B] [E] [A]
And all the fellas [B] go, and all [B] my ladies go
And all the fellas go, [G#m] and all [E] the ladies go
[A#]
[A] [E]
[B] A mellow disposition, [E] even when it's pain
Your [B] mental ammunition, is faulty with a drain
How can you down Lord, [E] fuck a mic cord
[C#] Brothers died in this game so [A] we can see it's [C#] all right
The innovator, your being [A] still a hater
The abstract, your print, it stays like a scar
[B] I got the masses cold, living [E] and shaking their head
Ma you better get involved [A] and do what was [B] said
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
Key:
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_ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [B] I got a whole new approach for the [E] rhyming. _ _
_ [B] You play for Aperol, I take the [E] rapping soul.
And if you're chronic with mine, then turn the [B] half a ho.
I'm just a [A] genie in a jack bottle.
The fake gold and his past is just a whack model.
[B] The ten knots with the force of a gas bottle.
[E] I live off, you put it out, we get it back model.
Hey, Baruch ha-bam, but this your average [E] reproduction of.
Rappers getting loose with all the ice [B] cream and thugs.
What the hell is wrong?
I'm asking [E] in the song.
One time I smoked hash out of the [B] Hickory small.
One of us is going late and I ain't [E] getting no more. _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ I got the drive, dog.
I hope [E] the globe's ready.
My mentality on time, chicks [B] are stationary.
_ [E] Give me that, give me that.
[B] Give me that.
_ Give me that.
[E] _ [B] Give me that.
Give me _ [G#] that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me [C#] that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
[E] Give me that.
Give me that.
I'm going to_
[B] Now I'm digging, dog.
You want to shoot rice?
Give me the_
I want to shoot rounds.
Want to sell rhymes?
I want to sell pants.
The decision is yours.
I got to see [E] toars.
Her cheeks will [A] get rowed, Chief.
Balling out the [B] doors.
My team stay roasted.
They stay roasted.
Niggas swimming, they had a hard night living at minus scar.
Prime Minster, I'm in the Treasure Room.
You didn't know that your man was a Legend, huh?
And Bonnie Smith both [E] did both of you.
I hit the road and I took my whole fucking [C#] crew.
Cause I'm a Queens cat, [B] Crimson Jeans cat, getting [A] money for more than one names [B] cat
Your vision never pans out, [E] and my mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach, my joint Grand Cross
It's the street commentator, providing you [E] with data
On how to live unique and it's really [B] not you if you got a _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A]
And all the fellas [B] go, and all [B] my ladies go
And all the fellas go, [G#m] and all [E] the ladies go
[A#] _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] A mellow disposition, [E] even when it's pain
Your [B] mental ammunition, is faulty with a drain
How can you down Lord, [E] fuck a mic cord
[C#] Brothers died in this game so [A] we can see it's [C#] all right
The innovator, your being [A] still a hater
The abstract, your print, it stays like a scar
[B] I got the masses cold, living [E] and shaking their head
Ma you better get involved [A] and do what was [B] said _ _ _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [B] I got a whole new approach for the [E] rhyming. _ _
_ [B] You play for Aperol, I take the [E] rapping soul.
And if you're chronic with mine, then turn the [B] half a ho.
I'm just a [A] genie in a jack bottle.
The fake gold and his past is just a whack model.
[B] The ten knots with the force of a gas bottle.
[E] I live off, you put it out, we get it back model.
Hey, Baruch ha-bam, but this your average [E] reproduction of.
Rappers getting loose with all the ice [B] cream and thugs.
What the hell is wrong?
I'm asking [E] in the song.
One time I smoked hash out of the [B] Hickory small.
One of us is going late and I ain't [E] getting no more. _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ I got the drive, dog.
I hope [E] the globe's ready.
My mentality on time, chicks [B] are stationary.
_ [E] Give me that, give me that.
[B] Give me that.
_ Give me that.
[E] _ [B] Give me that.
Give me _ [G#] that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me [C#] that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
[E] Give me that.
Give me that.
I'm going to_
[B] Now I'm digging, dog.
You want to shoot rice?
Give me the_
I want to shoot rounds.
Want to sell rhymes?
I want to sell pants.
The decision is yours.
I got to see [E] toars.
Her cheeks will [A] get rowed, Chief.
Balling out the [B] doors.
My team stay roasted.
They stay roasted.
Niggas swimming, they had a hard night living at minus scar.
Prime Minster, I'm in the Treasure Room.
You didn't know that your man was a Legend, huh?
And Bonnie Smith both [E] did both of you.
I hit the road and I took my whole fucking [C#] crew.
Cause I'm a Queens cat, [B] Crimson Jeans cat, getting [A] money for more than one names [B] cat
Your vision never pans out, [E] and my mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach, my joint Grand Cross
It's the street commentator, providing you [E] with data
On how to live unique and it's really [B] not you if you got a _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A]
And all the fellas [B] go, and all [B] my ladies go
And all the fellas go, [G#m] and all [E] the ladies go
[A#] _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] A mellow disposition, [E] even when it's pain
Your [B] mental ammunition, is faulty with a drain
How can you down Lord, [E] fuck a mic cord
[C#] Brothers died in this game so [A] we can see it's [C#] all right
The innovator, your being [A] still a hater
The abstract, your print, it stays like a scar
[B] I got the masses cold, living [E] and shaking their head
Ma you better get involved [A] and do what was [B] said _ _ _ _ _
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