Chords for Scorey - Dirty Broke Boys (Official Lyric Video)
Tempo:
112.8 bpm
Chords used:
F
Dm
Bb
C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [F] [C]
[Dm] [Bb]
[C] [F] [Dm]
[Bb] Let [F] me tell the truth I've been missing,
Looking back [Dm] to you reminiscing, [Bb] People tell me [C] I been too in my feelings,
[F] But this rapper shit don't feel it, Most these niggas really fake it for a image,
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trunk,
But before those [Bb] boys we was in that Honda [C] Civic,
There's some dirty broke boys, [F] Crazy parties how I miss it,
[Dm] They say don't complain about this [F] life because I did it,
But you can't tell me shit about this life,
It's solid, [Dm] So show the stars really,
[Bb] This shit get hard really, [G] This ain't no hard feelings,
[F] Sometimes my heart empty, [Dm] And on TikTok,
I just wanted the music to speak [F] for itself,
I lost my wrist while I tried to talk fuck that little tell,
Ain't no stuff [Bb] with all my boys, But shit on that [C] shell,
They know these [F] rappers ain't no toys, Get hit you gon' melt,
[Dm] Don't need no step is [F] when alone, I step on myself,
Call the heads up on that phone, Write checks for [A] a debt,
Go [Bb] check on me now, They laughing [C] me bad,
All that rapper [F] take a look what he dead for his [Dm] self,
Fuck them [Bb] niggas, Live off spending, Give everyone [C] bail,
Go to war with all the city, Don't need no [G] one [Dm] help,
Seven six for [Bb] the shell, Chopper hitting me [F] frail,
We gon' pop up at your door, We do 11 [Dm] revails,
They say don't complain about this life because I did it,
[F] But you can't tell me shit about this life,
It's solid, [Dm] So show the stars [Bb] really,
This shit get hard really, [F] This ain't no hard feelings,
Sometimes my heart [G] empty, And on [Dm] TikTok,
Fuck this rap [F] shit, Fuck these rap niggas,
Fuck these rap blogs, Rap labels, [Dm] All that shit,
Niggas don't [Bb] give a fuck about you, Till you dead [C] or in jail,
You talented [F] in that nigga's face all the time,
Niggas [Dm] don't realize that shit, Fuck these [Bb] niggas,
That shit's [F] TikTok, Famous nigga, Fuck [C] TikTok,
[Dm] Thinking back to you, [Bb] Reminiscing,
People tell me [C] I've been too in my feelings,
But this rapper [Dm] shit don't feel it,
Most these niggas [Bb] really faking for an [F] image,
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trunk,
[Dm] But before Rolls Royce, We [Bb] was in that Honda Civic,
[C] To some dirty broke boys,
[F] Crazy how I miss it,
[Dm]
[Dm] [Bb]
[C] [F] [Dm]
[Bb] Let [F] me tell the truth I've been missing,
Looking back [Dm] to you reminiscing, [Bb] People tell me [C] I been too in my feelings,
[F] But this rapper shit don't feel it, Most these niggas really fake it for a image,
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trunk,
But before those [Bb] boys we was in that Honda [C] Civic,
There's some dirty broke boys, [F] Crazy parties how I miss it,
[Dm] They say don't complain about this [F] life because I did it,
But you can't tell me shit about this life,
It's solid, [Dm] So show the stars really,
[Bb] This shit get hard really, [G] This ain't no hard feelings,
[F] Sometimes my heart empty, [Dm] And on TikTok,
I just wanted the music to speak [F] for itself,
I lost my wrist while I tried to talk fuck that little tell,
Ain't no stuff [Bb] with all my boys, But shit on that [C] shell,
They know these [F] rappers ain't no toys, Get hit you gon' melt,
[Dm] Don't need no step is [F] when alone, I step on myself,
Call the heads up on that phone, Write checks for [A] a debt,
Go [Bb] check on me now, They laughing [C] me bad,
All that rapper [F] take a look what he dead for his [Dm] self,
Fuck them [Bb] niggas, Live off spending, Give everyone [C] bail,
Go to war with all the city, Don't need no [G] one [Dm] help,
Seven six for [Bb] the shell, Chopper hitting me [F] frail,
We gon' pop up at your door, We do 11 [Dm] revails,
They say don't complain about this life because I did it,
[F] But you can't tell me shit about this life,
It's solid, [Dm] So show the stars [Bb] really,
This shit get hard really, [F] This ain't no hard feelings,
Sometimes my heart [G] empty, And on [Dm] TikTok,
Fuck this rap [F] shit, Fuck these rap niggas,
Fuck these rap blogs, Rap labels, [Dm] All that shit,
Niggas don't [Bb] give a fuck about you, Till you dead [C] or in jail,
You talented [F] in that nigga's face all the time,
Niggas [Dm] don't realize that shit, Fuck these [Bb] niggas,
That shit's [F] TikTok, Famous nigga, Fuck [C] TikTok,
[Dm] Thinking back to you, [Bb] Reminiscing,
People tell me [C] I've been too in my feelings,
But this rapper [Dm] shit don't feel it,
Most these niggas [Bb] really faking for an [F] image,
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trunk,
[Dm] But before Rolls Royce, We [Bb] was in that Honda Civic,
[C] To some dirty broke boys,
[F] Crazy how I miss it,
[Dm]
Key:
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Dm
Bb
C
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F
Dm
Bb
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[C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[Bb] Let [F] me tell the truth I've been missing,
Looking back [Dm] to you reminiscing, [Bb] People tell me [C] I been too in my feelings,
[F] But this rapper shit don't feel it, Most these niggas really fake it for a image,
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trunk,
But before those [Bb] boys we was in that Honda [C] Civic,
There's some dirty broke boys, [F] Crazy parties how I miss it,
[Dm] They say don't complain about this [F] life because I did it,
But you can't tell me shit about this life,
It's solid, [Dm] So show the stars really,
[Bb] This shit get hard really, [G] This ain't no hard feelings,
[F] Sometimes my heart empty, [Dm] And on TikTok,
I just wanted the music to speak [F] for itself,
I lost my wrist while I tried to talk fuck that little tell,
Ain't no stuff [Bb] with all my boys, But shit on that [C] shell,
They know these [F] rappers ain't no toys, Get hit you gon' melt,
[Dm] Don't need no step is [F] when alone, I step on myself,
Call the heads up on that phone, Write checks for [A] a debt,
Go [Bb] check on me now, They laughing [C] me bad,
All that rapper [F] take a look what he dead for his [Dm] self,
Fuck them [Bb] niggas, Live off spending, Give everyone [C] bail,
Go to war with all the city, Don't need no [G] one [Dm] help,
Seven six for [Bb] the shell, Chopper hitting me [F] frail,
We gon' pop up at your door, We do 11 [Dm] revails,
They say don't complain about this life because I did it,
[F] But you can't tell me shit about this life,
It's solid, [Dm] So show the stars [Bb] really,
This shit get hard really, [F] This ain't no hard feelings,
Sometimes my heart [G] empty, And on [Dm] TikTok,
Fuck this rap [F] shit, Fuck these rap niggas,
Fuck these rap blogs, Rap labels, [Dm] All that shit,
Niggas don't [Bb] give a fuck about you, Till you dead [C] or in jail,
You talented [F] in that nigga's face all the time,
Niggas [Dm] don't realize that shit, Fuck these [Bb] niggas,
That shit's [F] TikTok, Famous nigga, Fuck [C] TikTok,
[Dm] Thinking back to you, [Bb] Reminiscing,
People tell me [C] I've been too in my feelings,
But this rapper [Dm] shit don't feel it,
Most these niggas [Bb] really faking for an [F] image,
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trunk,
[Dm] But before Rolls Royce, We [Bb] was in that Honda Civic,
[C] To some dirty broke boys,
[F] Crazy how I miss it,
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[Bb] Let [F] me tell the truth I've been missing,
Looking back [Dm] to you reminiscing, [Bb] People tell me [C] I been too in my feelings,
[F] But this rapper shit don't feel it, Most these niggas really fake it for a image,
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trunk,
But before those [Bb] boys we was in that Honda [C] Civic,
There's some dirty broke boys, [F] Crazy parties how I miss it,
[Dm] They say don't complain about this [F] life because I did it,
But you can't tell me shit about this life,
It's solid, [Dm] So show the stars really,
[Bb] This shit get hard really, [G] This ain't no hard feelings,
[F] Sometimes my heart empty, [Dm] And on TikTok,
I just wanted the music to speak [F] for itself,
I lost my wrist while I tried to talk fuck that little tell,
Ain't no stuff [Bb] with all my boys, But shit on that [C] shell,
They know these [F] rappers ain't no toys, Get hit you gon' melt,
[Dm] Don't need no step is [F] when alone, I step on myself,
Call the heads up on that phone, Write checks for [A] a debt,
Go [Bb] check on me now, They laughing [C] me bad,
All that rapper [F] take a look what he dead for his [Dm] self,
Fuck them [Bb] niggas, Live off spending, Give everyone [C] bail,
Go to war with all the city, Don't need no [G] one [Dm] help,
Seven six for [Bb] the shell, Chopper hitting me [F] frail,
We gon' pop up at your door, We do 11 [Dm] revails,
They say don't complain about this life because I did it,
[F] But you can't tell me shit about this life,
It's solid, [Dm] So show the stars [Bb] really,
This shit get hard really, [F] This ain't no hard feelings,
Sometimes my heart [G] empty, And on [Dm] TikTok,
Fuck this rap [F] shit, Fuck these rap niggas,
Fuck these rap blogs, Rap labels, [Dm] All that shit,
Niggas don't [Bb] give a fuck about you, Till you dead [C] or in jail,
You talented [F] in that nigga's face all the time,
Niggas [Dm] don't realize that shit, Fuck these [Bb] niggas,
That shit's [F] TikTok, Famous nigga, Fuck [C] TikTok,
[Dm] Thinking back to you, [Bb] Reminiscing,
People tell me [C] I've been too in my feelings,
But this rapper [Dm] shit don't feel it,
Most these niggas [Bb] really faking for an [F] image,
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trunk,
[Dm] But before Rolls Royce, We [Bb] was in that Honda Civic,
[C] To some dirty broke boys,
[F] Crazy how I miss it,
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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