QUANDO RONDO – Who Died Chords for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 12 April 2020. The chords are in the original key of the song. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option below. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.

 
Original Key: C# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 80
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]



 What set you from?

 You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
                                            C#m A
 No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60's, huh
   A
 (Dubba-AA flex)

 Huh, huh
              C#m
 I'm this bitch with Dubba A
                              A
 Nigga, we be steady flexin', yeah
  A
 Don't know me
  A
 Oh, no, no
 
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 [CHORUS]
                                     C#m
 Stick with the dick that's steady ringin'
 C#m
 Oh so often murder went through my mind
                    A
 Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die
   C#m
 I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s
                A
 Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers 
 A
 this what I'm gon' reply (This is the sound)

 C#m
 That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
                                                  A
 We ain't 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps
 A
 We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'
                                   C#m
 Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, 
 C#m
 had to rock out wit' his nine
 C#m
 Timmy rocked out on a opp, 
              A
 if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine
 A                             C#m
 He made a diss 'bout my big brother

  C#m
 He made a diss like "Damn, who died?"
                                   A
 Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die
                                   C#m
 They told lil' nigga leave him lone, but I can't let the shit slide
                                  A
 Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized

 [VERSE]
             C#m
 They gon' call the homicide
  C#m
 On a whole another level that I ain't supposed to
                  A
 How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
                  C#m
 Timmy say don't talk on them phones
 C#m
 I'ma put three holes on yo' dome
                        A
 Timmy run down the street wit' a Glock in his hand
  A
 Like lil' kid this is what I'm on

                  C#m
 I was up in New York at the top of the bands
 C#m
 I was out, zipped up wit' that chrome
                           A
 Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
  A
 I'm steady tryna rip up the corner

                       C#m
 Because they shot at yo' lil' brother
  C#m
 After that he went and posted a photo
                                  A
 And you don't get no straight about it
    A
 Nigga told me you called his phone

                      C#m
 Big 33 that Timmy covered, let's go post up by the store
                    A
 I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio's
                                 C#m
 Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
                               A
 My stick was talkin' on the 'Gram, you let off shots then make a post
 
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 [CHORUS]
                                       C#m
 Stick with the dick that's steady ringin'
 C#m
 Oh so often murder went through my mind
                     A
 Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die
  C#m
 I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s
                  A
 Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers 
   A
 this what I'm gon' reply (This is the sound)

 C#m
 That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
                                    A
 We ain't 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps
   A
 We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'
                  C#m
 Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit' his nine
   C#m                                          A
 Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine

                                C#m
 He made a diss 'bout my big brother
 C#m
 He made a diss like "Damn, who died?"
                                   A
 Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die
  A                                C#m
 They told lil' nigga leave him lone, but I can't let the shit slide
  C#m                              A
 Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized
 
 [OUTRO]
           C#m
 If you love me or you love me not, I'ma be me
      A
 He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
          A             C#m
 (This is the sound) Woah
 C#m                     A
 Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
  A
 Tell that nigga, spin
  C#m
 I'm tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
   A                C#m
 Haha, nigga I'm a savage
 A
 Broke ass nigga

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