This single was released on 27 October 2023. The vocals are by Aitch, the music is produced by Westen Weiss, and the lyrics are written by Aitch , Westen Weiss.
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 100 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 100 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: D Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 100 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] [VERSE ONE] Dm Never lost a fight but lost my head a couple times Dm I should've let 'em fuck me up to knock some sense into my mind Dm All the women that I've fucked, with no rubber on the bus Dm If they're ever up the duffs, some are definitely mine Dm Wait, I'm just kiddin', I just writtin', I'm just spittin' Dm In your girls mouth, got the puss hissin', I love kittens Dm I was in town with my fun stick on a fuck mission Dm Then I woke up in my mums crib with my cum drippin' (Ha, haha) Dm I'm paranoid so get prepared to grab me Dm Looked in the mirror then punched a cunt for starin' at me Dm I don't bust, I just lеave with my nut Dm 'Cause I scream whеn I fuck, Dm and now the grippers they're all scared to trap me Dm Today I woke up, I ain't mentally there Dm Like, I might go and shave the chest off my hair Dm I know some thoughts that we got ain't meant to be shared Dm But I'm tired of bein' quiet and pretendin' I care so www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm Most rappers are cunts 'bout as bad as their mums Dm Talkin', burnin' a pack, boy, I'm packin' your lunch Dm Call me daddy my son, play the match and you won Dm Give you a pat on the back, little slap on the bum Dm All these gyal on the net, pull your pants in a sec Dm Sat in a car park, ass out, hands on the deck Dm Tryna hang from one rich man to the next Dm Well, if you don't have bread, bitch, have some respect [VERSE TWO] Dm Man are pissed about the Brits speech Dm They know shit's peak, bitch, please, listen when the king speak Dm Brothers bummy like some shit cheeks Dm Sendin' bitch tweets, actin' like some pussy that I didn't beat Dm Imagine we could just say what we thought Dm I'll say it anyway, fuck it, play it in court Dm Since I broke the fuckin' bank, I ain't breakin' the law Dm But if the police take my drugs, then I'm breakin' his jaw Dm You got tress in the crop, let me see what you got Dm Leave your cheddar lookin' like Swiss cheese when it's robbed Dm Fuck your bro, fuck your sis, fuck your team, fuck your squad Dm And if I catch a man streamin' the opps Dm I hope your drop your phone on your head when you're alone and in bed Dm I hope you die then wake up with a hole in a chest Dm Then head back to that hole where you rose from the dead Dm Then I'll bury you alive, while you're holdin' your breath, bitch www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm Most rappers are cunts 'bout as bad as their mums Dm Talkin', burnin' a pack, boy, I'm packin' your lunch Dm Call me daddy my son, play the match and you won Dm Give you a pat on the back, little slap on the bum Dm All these gyal on the net, pull your pants in a sec Dm Sat in a car park, ass out, hands on the deck Dm Tryna hang from one rich man to the next Dm Well, if you don't have bread, bitch, have some respect [OUTRO] Dm If you don't have bread, bitch, have some respect
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