This single was released on 02 August 2023. The vocals are by Stormzy, the music is produced by PRGRSHN, and the lyrics are written by Stormzy .
This song is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 86 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 86 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: D Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 86 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] [VERSE] Dm We still get the work in large amounts Dm There's somethin' comin' that I can't announce Dm You know the food taste good when you're starin' at a menu that you can't pronounce Dm This winter, white truffle cost me half an ounce Dm Homewrecker flows, it's guaranteed to make your partner bounce Dm There's a horror up in our accounts Dm Why's your money froze? Runnin' Os, that's how we started out Dm I saw the angel in the marble and I carved it out Dm Now look at me, chiseled like da Vinci reappearеd in '93 Dm I found it in a press, and then I went and sеt it free Dm Now we the black Beatles, let it be (Woo) Dm I from South London where them boys die by the hundreds Dm No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers Dm Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams Dm Didn't even know what it was called, but it looked clean Dm Used to wear the suede Wallabys 'til my foot leaned Dm Fifty inch telly courtesy of my booth fiend Dm You can pay me in electronic devices Dm Stormz' ain't nice, but he's the nicest Dm Even back when I was sellin' Miley Cyrus Dm Put a 'preme on all my prices, sick like a virus Dm Ah, don't make me do it like my stylist Dm I hear Top Boy talk from a bunch of quarter finalists Dm Real nigga livin' through a bitch nigga crisis Dm Yeah, I grew up in the jungle, on the grid with Martin Brundle Dm My hairline's the only thing that keeps a nigga humble Dm God knew what he was doin' when he made me Dm Unforgettable, just check the swag, I'm on my Swae Lee Dm I told Jermaine I could be the Kung Fu Kenny to your Dave Free Dm Just be the Ty Ty to my Jay Z Dm They pree, they pree Dm I get lizzy and I stay flee Dm These new niggas lit, but they just ain't me, nah Dm I skrrt through it like I'm Sir Lewis www.chordzone.org Dm You nerds had it, but you nerds blew it Dm So I just got to it Dm They take shots, but I buck through it Dm I dodge through it like I'm Rod Stewart Dm If you want my body and you think I'm sexy Dm The flow is crystal meth, let me flip it like I'm Jesse Dm I control it like I'm Walter White Dm Told my mummy, know I treat her daughter right Dm She don't have to rental, every sought I fly Dm I love her up and hold her tight Dm Mwah, mwah, mwah, give me kiss Dm Pretty little miss, I tell her what it is Dm Babe, I take you shoppin' even though I take the piss Dm I'm only jokin', girl, I'm silly like this kettel on my wrist Dm Watch dumb, car dumb, cribs dumb, soon done Dm If my money spoke, to say fee fi fo fum Dm I hit home runs, no smoke, no guns Dm No smoke, must be puns, I'm still good in both lungs Dm This the calm before the storm, I go Bulgari for my jawn Dm Half a mill' on jackets that I've hardly ever worn Dm Better check the fee before you ask me to perform Dm July 26th, that's the day a star was born Dm It's the arena packer, way back when I used to pree Natascha Dm Ask facts, yeah, I been a masher Dm They want a race but I'm Dina Asher Dm And bring a whole leap of passer Dm The flow's from God, but the— Dm It's Big Mike, but I'm More Spinelli Dm She got the Evelyn but I prefer the Kelly Dm I got the O, but I prefer the Skelly Dm Well done, girl, you hit the belly Dm I gotta tone it down on Graham Norton, all this swag can't fit on telly www.chordzone.org Dm I skrrt around in my big Pirellis Dm Them man are actors, I should give them Emmys Dm The man are washed, hang them out to dry Dm If man are lit, then what the fuck am I? Dm I must be doin' somethin' right, hell yeah, fuckin' right Dm Heavy kettle but it's somethin' light Dm I told Mel, "Do my button tight" Dm Gotta look clean when I'm gettin' my award Dm They wonder how I shine, that's the presence of the Lord Dm They wanna know my scent, nigga, that's Tom Ford Dm They wanna know the shows and the places that I've toured Dm They wanna know, "Stormz' don't you ever get bored Dm Rappin' 'bout things that you know we can't afford?" Dm Ah, it's Big Mike Dm The one to shed the light Dm On a rappers insecurity Dm I ain't like you, I need security Dm I'm too lit and too rich Dm Gotta stay dripped for continuity Dm The boy's too sick, I need immunity Dm Them boys are too slow Dm But I'm Boat, or I'm Shelly Ann Dm I fill the rap like a jerry can Dm I shoot like a Steadicam Dm I got kids, but my chick ain't have no belly scan Dm Look at my father from many man, boy
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