Chords for YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Dead Trollz [Official Music Video]

Tempo:
111.45 bpm
Chords used:

Ebm

B

Bbm

F

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Dead Trollz [Official Music Video] chords
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[Ebm] [B] A little bit, [Ebm] pussy boy say [B] it, ayy
[Ebm] Man, don't come [B] fishing around this way nigga, [Bbm] pretty dog
[Ebm] Free ball on this pussy boy
Tell them motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins going crazy tryna bliss up
Madman, nigga ain't no tiger when the top come
Ha ha, bitch I'ma let you act like you on thrift shop
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga you ain't saying that
Man, I ain't sorry I got these niggas waiting up in line
Catch them theta end up spraying
Sell my manager car, boom, not for the [B] pills nigga
Tell that [Ebm] boy I'ma see him next
Tell him I say don't come fishing around this lake bitch and that's real
Seven murders in my [B] hometown, tell them bitches [Ebm] I did that
Soon as the other boys catch down I'ma be pushing these weed back
Wild ass hoes chasing after those fuck around with these opps next
Till they kicking up and I'm standing down
Tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with
Real dead man out [B] of bed, that punk call him range [Ebm] killer
Man's down on sunset with them deadest [B] dicks leave a stain with him
[Ebm] Man's down on slang that heat up
Man down on collar peeper
Got him tryna troll, pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature
I got meds in my kidneys, sipping mud out the litter
Want my own cemetery, get him buried, call a preacher
Don't like me, man, fuck him, don't go that way with a gang nigga
Log on blank, you acting, fuck your caption, what you saying nigga
Pussy niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factless
They can't hang with us, soon as your ass get capitalized
I hope you [F] got your [Ebm] mind switched
That's two for one, pick him out, just shoot you some
Dead rapper, I bet Trump and Obama know just how it bounce
Respect the mayor, but ain't no from his city, bitch, I done pushed it out
Long distance in the nigga, know I'm still selling ball like I ain't got no money
Tell them motherfucking police pick me up
I got them [B] youngins going crazy [Ebm] tryna piss up
Madman, [B] nigga, we ain't no talking when the top comes
Bitch, I want you act like you [Ebm] on throats, I'm on
I see [B] murder in my [Ebm] eyes
Pussy nigga, [B] you ain't saying nothing
[Ebm] Got these [B] niggas waiting up in [Ebm]
line
Catch them [B] bad, they end up spraying [Ebm] something
I say Ali, her name ain't
They just wanna hate on something
I been stepping on shit like hell to hit no church, I ain't safe on Sunday
Morning is a sexy shit, my mama told me burn that money
I ain't got no love for shit, then now you know I'm leaving something
Take your shit, I'm keeping it, nigga, know I'm soon
Invest inside that youngin who moving off, so I been selling booze
That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
All that he said was watch the news
Talkin' China, now he the Chinatown
There was two victims, I ain't make it through
California with hella pounds, travel around with hella troops
I got pictures of you, nigga, pussy dick
Put on stainless, send me that live too
Won't get up with me, but I don't fuck with you
All that pop, it's a set, trip and trip
Down in front of a bitch tryna eat the corpse
Got my son screaming out, do me too
Devil, baby, Saint C, nigga, transcend
Contagious wet, them highlights came from me
Hope it ain't Kansas, correct, bitch
Why you say that, I already did the drinks
He at a show, tell me where the next is
I got a gift for you, Lil' Top Clown
Bow, bow, bow, nigga, ho-ho
Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more
We gon' get around, the second option gon' be in solo
My girl mama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke
Tell the motherfuckin' police, pick me up
I got them youngins going crazy tryna bitch some
Madman, nigga, ain't no tiger on the top, come
Ha-ha, bitch, I want you to act like you want to do something
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't saying I ain't nice
I got these niggas waiting up in line
Kiss them, they'd end up spraying something
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To start learning Youngboy Never Broke Again - Dead Trollz chords, delve into these chords sequence to get the song's feel: Ebm, B and Ebm. I suggest starting at a calm pace of 55 BPM, and as you gain confidence, approach the song's BPM of 111. Considering the song's key of Eb Major, position your capo to suit your vocal and chord preferences.

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[Ebm] _ [B] A little bit, [Ebm] pussy boy say [B] it, ayy
[Ebm] Man, _ don't come [B] fishing around this way nigga, [Bbm] pretty dog
[Ebm] Free ball on this pussy boy
_ Tell them motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins going crazy tryna bliss up
Madman, nigga ain't no tiger when the top come
Ha ha, bitch I'ma let you act like you on thrift shop
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga you ain't saying that
Man, I ain't sorry I got these niggas waiting up in line
Catch them theta end up spraying
Sell my manager car, boom, not for the [B] pills nigga
Tell that [Ebm] boy I'ma see him next
Tell him I say don't come fishing around this lake bitch and that's real
Seven murders in my [B] hometown, tell them bitches [Ebm] I did that
Soon as the other boys catch down I'ma be pushing these weed back
Wild ass hoes chasing after those fuck around with these opps next
Till they kicking up and I'm standing down
Tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with
Real dead man out [B] of bed, that punk call him range [Ebm] killer
Man's down on sunset with them deadest [B] dicks leave a stain with him
[Ebm] Man's down on slang that heat up
Man down on collar peeper
Got him tryna troll, pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature
I got meds in my kidneys, sipping mud out the litter
Want my own cemetery, get him buried, call a preacher
Don't like me, man, fuck him, don't go that way with a gang nigga
Log on blank, you acting, fuck your caption, what you saying nigga
Pussy niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factless
They can't hang with us, soon as your ass get capitalized
I hope you [F] got your [Ebm] mind switched
That's two for one, pick him out, just shoot you some
Dead rapper, I bet Trump and Obama know just how it bounce
Respect the mayor, but ain't no from his city, bitch, I done pushed it out
Long distance in the nigga, know I'm still selling ball like I ain't got no money
_ Tell them motherfucking police pick me up
I got them [B] youngins going crazy [Ebm] tryna piss up
Madman, [B] nigga, we ain't no talking when the top comes
Bitch, I want you act like you [Ebm] on throats, I'm on
I see [B] murder in my [Ebm] _ eyes
Pussy nigga, [B] you ain't saying nothing
[Ebm] _ Got these [B] niggas waiting up in [Ebm]
line
Catch them [B] bad, they end up spraying [Ebm] something
I say Ali, her name ain't
They just wanna hate on something
I been stepping on shit like hell to hit no church, I ain't safe on Sunday
Morning is a sexy shit, my mama told me burn that money
I ain't got no love for shit, then now you know I'm leaving something
Take your shit, I'm keeping it, nigga, know I'm soon
Invest inside that youngin who moving off, so I been selling booze
That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
All that he said was watch the news
Talkin' China, now he the Chinatown
There was two victims, I ain't make it through
California with hella pounds, travel around with hella troops
I got pictures of you, nigga, pussy dick
Put on stainless, send me that live too
Won't get up with me, but I don't fuck with you
All that pop, it's a set, trip and trip
Down in front of a bitch tryna eat the corpse
Got my son screaming out, do me too
Devil, baby, Saint C, nigga, transcend
Contagious wet, them highlights came from me
Hope it ain't Kansas, correct, bitch
Why you say that, I already did the drinks
He at a show, tell me where the next is
I got a gift for you, Lil' Top Clown
Bow, bow, bow, nigga, ho-ho
Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more
We gon' get around, the second option gon' be in solo
My girl mama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke
_ Tell the motherfuckin' police, pick me up
I got them youngins going crazy tryna bitch some
Madman, nigga, ain't no tiger on the top, come
Ha-ha, bitch, I want you to act like you want to do something
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't saying I ain't nice
I got these niggas waiting up in line
Kiss them, they'd end up spraying something
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bbm] _

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