Chords for Young Dolph - Preach Remix (Feat. Rick Ross & Young Jeezy)
Tempo:
109.65 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
C#m
C#
B
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] Keep keeping real with your dog no matter what.
[G#] Dough.
[F#m]
Boss.
[B] Thank you.
My uncle back [F#m] bad, look at all the work he did.
Shawty got a man, top of the other work we in.
Stopping gunner, got some fentanyl shots.
A lot of traffic, time to get another mailbox.
[C#m] Trap pumping good enough to go to hell, bye.
Call the case and sold a brick outside the jailhouse.
Outside of the jailhouse.
[F#m] Outside of the jailhouse.
Garm P that's for you suckers, we on bare left.
We in the corner with them killers homie, hell yeah.
Hundred niggas with all the dugout with one Glock.
Gang signs and all you had was the gunshots.
[C#] Now you're running through the ducts, wild.
And the paint got me looking like Duck South.
10-P, shawty and I run the game.
Double M worth more than 200 [N] things.
Keep keeping real with your dog no matter what.
Saying bitch the client she love you, she'll set you up.
Out [F#m] here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love.
The only thing I trust is this pimp standing in these slums.
[C#] Real nigga shit, only when I do spit.
If that nigga don't work, he'll fucking leave.
I ain't got shit [F#m] for a nigga, [C#m] ain't nothing in this motherfucking world.
[F#m] I don't fuck with these niggas cause they shady.
These bitches they just wanna have my baby.
Born in the 80's, crack baby.
Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me.
[C#m] You motherfucking right, [F#m] couldn't get it from my [C#m] mama so I got it off the block.
Been working my whole life but I ain't never punched a [F#m] clock.
Nine years old, I seen a nigga get shot.
Damn, niggas quick to run they mouth when they get jammed.
Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam.
The same nigga that you break your neck for.
Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up.
[C#] Supposed to be chasing money but you chasing bitches.
Real bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen.
Stack that paper up and then make boss moves.
She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school.
[A] Keep keeping real with your [N] dog no matter what it's true.
This aint bitch that claims she love you shit and said she was free.
[D#] Out here in these streets, it ain't no slush thing, it's love.
[F#m] The only thing I trust is this real stanny slug rich.
[C#m] Real nigga shit, only when I do speak.
If that nigga don't work, he'll fucking leave.
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfucking world.
[B] I don't trust no nigga or bitch.
[F#m] Stick to the coast, stay focused, get rich.
I'm about to make this armor have my witness holding water.
I'm talking four-winner, baby, STAO at a dollar.
[C#] From the lock to the shop, told them cut their head off.
You know the [C#m] motto, boss to the fed, cut your bread off.
Let me take a second walk from Ronnie Wood home.
Yeah, this one from Memphis talking Ronnie Woods home.
[F#m] If your friend from a fall, you deserve to see me balling.
Chain looking like the gang from Bourbon Street, New Orleans.
Keep your friend and me close, keep that 40-count closer.
They call me Teezy Montana when I bought that white poster.
Send a [C#m] dick nigga fall in love with your pussy.
Nigga, crawl deep, I got no love for the pussy.
Green for the money on my dime, one thing.
First to put a hundred thousand in them Sean John jeans.
[D#] Keep it real with your dog no [B] matter what.
Some bitch declines she love you, she'll say she was free.
Out here in these streets, [F#m] it ain't no slush thing, it's love.
The only thing I trust is just Pilsner and his slugs.
[C#m] Real nigga shit, only when I do spit.
If that nigga don't work, he a fucking lead freak.
I ain't got shit for a nigga, I ain't nothing nigga, I'm motherfucking [F#m] world famous.
Cross my heart, I hope to die nigga, put my hand on the motherfucking Bible nigga.
If I ain't keep it one thousand nigga, like the old days.
Yeah, no scale, we tell the retail.
Nigga fuck the PO, we like fuck jail.
[C#] You know what I'm talking about?
[F#m] Freak nigga.
[C#m] Amen.
[F#m]
[G#] Dough.
[F#m]
Boss.
[B] Thank you.
My uncle back [F#m] bad, look at all the work he did.
Shawty got a man, top of the other work we in.
Stopping gunner, got some fentanyl shots.
A lot of traffic, time to get another mailbox.
[C#m] Trap pumping good enough to go to hell, bye.
Call the case and sold a brick outside the jailhouse.
Outside of the jailhouse.
[F#m] Outside of the jailhouse.
Garm P that's for you suckers, we on bare left.
We in the corner with them killers homie, hell yeah.
Hundred niggas with all the dugout with one Glock.
Gang signs and all you had was the gunshots.
[C#] Now you're running through the ducts, wild.
And the paint got me looking like Duck South.
10-P, shawty and I run the game.
Double M worth more than 200 [N] things.
Keep keeping real with your dog no matter what.
Saying bitch the client she love you, she'll set you up.
Out [F#m] here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love.
The only thing I trust is this pimp standing in these slums.
[C#] Real nigga shit, only when I do spit.
If that nigga don't work, he'll fucking leave.
I ain't got shit [F#m] for a nigga, [C#m] ain't nothing in this motherfucking world.
[F#m] I don't fuck with these niggas cause they shady.
These bitches they just wanna have my baby.
Born in the 80's, crack baby.
Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me.
[C#m] You motherfucking right, [F#m] couldn't get it from my [C#m] mama so I got it off the block.
Been working my whole life but I ain't never punched a [F#m] clock.
Nine years old, I seen a nigga get shot.
Damn, niggas quick to run they mouth when they get jammed.
Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam.
The same nigga that you break your neck for.
Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up.
[C#] Supposed to be chasing money but you chasing bitches.
Real bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen.
Stack that paper up and then make boss moves.
She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school.
[A] Keep keeping real with your [N] dog no matter what it's true.
This aint bitch that claims she love you shit and said she was free.
[D#] Out here in these streets, it ain't no slush thing, it's love.
[F#m] The only thing I trust is this real stanny slug rich.
[C#m] Real nigga shit, only when I do speak.
If that nigga don't work, he'll fucking leave.
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfucking world.
[B] I don't trust no nigga or bitch.
[F#m] Stick to the coast, stay focused, get rich.
I'm about to make this armor have my witness holding water.
I'm talking four-winner, baby, STAO at a dollar.
[C#] From the lock to the shop, told them cut their head off.
You know the [C#m] motto, boss to the fed, cut your bread off.
Let me take a second walk from Ronnie Wood home.
Yeah, this one from Memphis talking Ronnie Woods home.
[F#m] If your friend from a fall, you deserve to see me balling.
Chain looking like the gang from Bourbon Street, New Orleans.
Keep your friend and me close, keep that 40-count closer.
They call me Teezy Montana when I bought that white poster.
Send a [C#m] dick nigga fall in love with your pussy.
Nigga, crawl deep, I got no love for the pussy.
Green for the money on my dime, one thing.
First to put a hundred thousand in them Sean John jeans.
[D#] Keep it real with your dog no [B] matter what.
Some bitch declines she love you, she'll say she was free.
Out here in these streets, [F#m] it ain't no slush thing, it's love.
The only thing I trust is just Pilsner and his slugs.
[C#m] Real nigga shit, only when I do spit.
If that nigga don't work, he a fucking lead freak.
I ain't got shit for a nigga, I ain't nothing nigga, I'm motherfucking [F#m] world famous.
Cross my heart, I hope to die nigga, put my hand on the motherfucking Bible nigga.
If I ain't keep it one thousand nigga, like the old days.
Yeah, no scale, we tell the retail.
Nigga fuck the PO, we like fuck jail.
[C#] You know what I'm talking about?
[F#m] Freak nigga.
[C#m] Amen.
[F#m]
Key:
F#m
C#m
C#
B
D#
F#m
C#m
C#
[B] Keep keeping real with your dog no matter what.
[G#] Dough.
[F#m] _
Boss.
[B] Thank you.
My uncle back [F#m] bad, look at all the work he did.
Shawty got a man, top of the other work we in.
Stopping gunner, got some fentanyl shots.
A lot of traffic, time to get another mailbox.
[C#m] Trap pumping good enough to go to hell, bye.
Call the case and sold a brick outside the jailhouse.
_ Outside of the jailhouse.
_ _ [F#m] Outside of the jailhouse.
Garm P that's for you suckers, we on bare left.
We in the corner with them killers homie, hell yeah.
Hundred niggas with all the dugout with one Glock.
Gang signs and all you had was the gunshots.
[C#] _ Now you're running through the ducts, wild.
And the paint got me looking like Duck South.
10-P, shawty and I run the game.
Double M worth more than 200 [N] things.
Keep keeping real with your dog no matter what.
Saying bitch the client she love you, she'll set you up.
Out [F#m] here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love.
The only thing I trust is this pimp standing in these slums.
[C#] Real nigga shit, only when I do spit.
If that nigga don't work, he'll fucking leave.
_ _ I ain't got shit [F#m] for a nigga, [C#m] ain't nothing in this motherfucking world.
[F#m] I don't fuck with these niggas cause they shady.
These bitches they just wanna have my baby.
Born in the 80's, crack baby.
Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me.
[C#m] _ You motherfucking right, [F#m] couldn't get it from my [C#m] mama so I got it off the block.
Been working my whole life but I ain't never punched a [F#m] clock.
Nine years old, I seen a nigga get shot.
Damn, niggas quick to run they mouth when they get jammed.
Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam.
The same nigga that you break your neck for.
Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up.
[C#] Supposed to be chasing money but you chasing bitches.
Real bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen.
Stack that paper up and then make boss moves.
She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school.
[A] Keep keeping real with your [N] dog no matter what it's true.
This aint bitch that claims she love you shit and said she was free.
[D#] Out here in these streets, it ain't no slush thing, it's love.
[F#m] The only thing I trust is this real stanny slug rich.
[C#m] Real nigga shit, only when I do speak.
If that nigga don't work, he'll fucking leave.
_ I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfucking world.
[B] I don't trust no nigga or bitch.
[F#m] Stick to the coast, stay focused, get rich.
I'm about to make this armor have my witness holding water.
I'm talking four-winner, baby, STAO at a dollar.
[C#] From the lock to the shop, told them cut their head off.
You know the [C#m] motto, boss to the fed, cut your bread off.
Let me take a second walk from Ronnie Wood home.
Yeah, this one from Memphis talking Ronnie Woods home.
[F#m] If your friend from a fall, you deserve to see me balling.
Chain looking like the gang from Bourbon Street, New Orleans.
Keep your friend and me close, keep that 40-count closer.
They call me Teezy Montana when I bought that white poster.
Send a [C#m] dick nigga fall in love with your pussy.
Nigga, crawl deep, I got no love for the pussy.
Green for the money on my dime, one thing.
First to put a hundred thousand in them Sean John jeans.
[D#] Keep it real with your dog no [B] matter what.
Some bitch declines she love you, she'll say she was free.
Out here in these streets, [F#m] it ain't no slush thing, it's love.
The only thing I trust is just Pilsner and his slugs.
[C#m] Real nigga shit, only when I do spit.
If that nigga don't work, he a fucking lead freak.
_ I ain't got shit for a nigga, I ain't nothing nigga, I'm motherfucking [F#m] world famous.
Cross my heart, I hope to die nigga, put my hand on the motherfucking Bible nigga.
If I ain't keep it one thousand nigga, like the old days.
Yeah, no scale, we tell the retail. _
Nigga fuck the PO, we like fuck jail.
[C#] You know what I'm talking about?
[F#m] Freak nigga.
_ [C#m] Amen.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] Dough.
[F#m] _
Boss.
[B] Thank you.
My uncle back [F#m] bad, look at all the work he did.
Shawty got a man, top of the other work we in.
Stopping gunner, got some fentanyl shots.
A lot of traffic, time to get another mailbox.
[C#m] Trap pumping good enough to go to hell, bye.
Call the case and sold a brick outside the jailhouse.
_ Outside of the jailhouse.
_ _ [F#m] Outside of the jailhouse.
Garm P that's for you suckers, we on bare left.
We in the corner with them killers homie, hell yeah.
Hundred niggas with all the dugout with one Glock.
Gang signs and all you had was the gunshots.
[C#] _ Now you're running through the ducts, wild.
And the paint got me looking like Duck South.
10-P, shawty and I run the game.
Double M worth more than 200 [N] things.
Keep keeping real with your dog no matter what.
Saying bitch the client she love you, she'll set you up.
Out [F#m] here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love.
The only thing I trust is this pimp standing in these slums.
[C#] Real nigga shit, only when I do spit.
If that nigga don't work, he'll fucking leave.
_ _ I ain't got shit [F#m] for a nigga, [C#m] ain't nothing in this motherfucking world.
[F#m] I don't fuck with these niggas cause they shady.
These bitches they just wanna have my baby.
Born in the 80's, crack baby.
Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me.
[C#m] _ You motherfucking right, [F#m] couldn't get it from my [C#m] mama so I got it off the block.
Been working my whole life but I ain't never punched a [F#m] clock.
Nine years old, I seen a nigga get shot.
Damn, niggas quick to run they mouth when they get jammed.
Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam.
The same nigga that you break your neck for.
Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up.
[C#] Supposed to be chasing money but you chasing bitches.
Real bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen.
Stack that paper up and then make boss moves.
She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school.
[A] Keep keeping real with your [N] dog no matter what it's true.
This aint bitch that claims she love you shit and said she was free.
[D#] Out here in these streets, it ain't no slush thing, it's love.
[F#m] The only thing I trust is this real stanny slug rich.
[C#m] Real nigga shit, only when I do speak.
If that nigga don't work, he'll fucking leave.
_ I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfucking world.
[B] I don't trust no nigga or bitch.
[F#m] Stick to the coast, stay focused, get rich.
I'm about to make this armor have my witness holding water.
I'm talking four-winner, baby, STAO at a dollar.
[C#] From the lock to the shop, told them cut their head off.
You know the [C#m] motto, boss to the fed, cut your bread off.
Let me take a second walk from Ronnie Wood home.
Yeah, this one from Memphis talking Ronnie Woods home.
[F#m] If your friend from a fall, you deserve to see me balling.
Chain looking like the gang from Bourbon Street, New Orleans.
Keep your friend and me close, keep that 40-count closer.
They call me Teezy Montana when I bought that white poster.
Send a [C#m] dick nigga fall in love with your pussy.
Nigga, crawl deep, I got no love for the pussy.
Green for the money on my dime, one thing.
First to put a hundred thousand in them Sean John jeans.
[D#] Keep it real with your dog no [B] matter what.
Some bitch declines she love you, she'll say she was free.
Out here in these streets, [F#m] it ain't no slush thing, it's love.
The only thing I trust is just Pilsner and his slugs.
[C#m] Real nigga shit, only when I do spit.
If that nigga don't work, he a fucking lead freak.
_ I ain't got shit for a nigga, I ain't nothing nigga, I'm motherfucking [F#m] world famous.
Cross my heart, I hope to die nigga, put my hand on the motherfucking Bible nigga.
If I ain't keep it one thousand nigga, like the old days.
Yeah, no scale, we tell the retail. _
Nigga fuck the PO, we like fuck jail.
[C#] You know what I'm talking about?
[F#m] Freak nigga.
_ [C#m] Amen.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _