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FOR FUN Chords by Lil Uzi Vert

  • Key: Bb
  • BPM: 67
  • Capo: no capo
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[Start]

[Verse]
N.C.                                 
I get the bands count the blue cheese
N.C.                  
I do that shit for fun
Cm7                        
For every mil' I pop a pill
          Cm7               
I do that shit 'til I'm dumb
Gm                        Gm7 
I had your girl she at my crib
           Gm7     
That was a oneonone
                             Cm7
Smokin' a Back' full of that gas
       Cm7         
Almost lost my lung
  Gm                           Dm7 
I don't smoke trash need a gas mask
          Dm7             
This shit smell like skunk
    Cm7                                                                  Gm7 
One thousand six hundred got a couple opps in the city and they all gon' hunt
                                 Dm7  
The FNminus fiftyseven all on my waist
                       Dm7             
There's no need for me to pop the trunk
Gm7      Gm                 Cm7 
You keep tryna make me wan' cuff
                             Eb  
But you keep playin' with my love
           Gm               Dm                          
You should enjoy your whole day 'cause I am good my love
Ebmaj7                                                      
How you keep tryna make me fuck but you don't even wan' suck


[Chorus]
Cm7        Dm7                    
Both of my pockets they stuffed uh
             Dm7        
Bank account tryna erupt
               Cm7     
I can never go bankrupt
                            Eb  
I put your bitch in the tub yeah
        Eb                  
I don't believe in good luck
Dm7                           
Knuck if you buck make her nut
Cm7                        
She never slept in my house
                                            Dm  
Hit it twelve times in my own Bentley truck yeah
                                Dm7 
I just get geeked off the drugs yeah
                             Cm7 
Sometimes I check on my plug yeah
      Cm7                       
I get money with some Crips yeah
                             Bb  
I get money with some Bloods yeah


[Verse]
               Dm7    
What you don't know Uh
                              Dm7 
You ain't never seen my other side
Cm7                                    
Complexion that's from my mother's side
                                   Cm7 
Don't got the ways to my brother's side
       Cm7                       
I will give you almost everything
Dm7                                 Cm7 
You don't have to just take some of mine
        Cm7                           
Rockin' VETEMENTS from the summer line
             Cm7                 
And you know it is the Wintertime
Eb                             Dm7   
I get the bands count the blue cheese
          Dm7         
I do that shit for fun
Cm7                        
For every mil' I pop a pill
          Cm7               
I do that shit 'til I'm dumb
                          Dm7 
I had your girl she at my crib
           Dm7     
That was a oneonone
Cm7                             
Smokin' a Back' full of that gas
       Cm7         
Almost lost my lung
Gm7                            Dm7 
I don't smoke trash need a gas mask
          Dm7             
This shit smell like skunk
    Cm7                                                                      
One thousand six hundred got a couple opps in the city and they all gon' hunt
                                       Dm7                                    
The FNminus fiftyseven all on my waist there's no need for me to pop the trunk
Cm7                                                               
You keep tryna make me wan' cuff but you keep playin' with my love
Gm                          Dm  
You keep tryna make me wan' cuff
             Dm                  
But you keep playin' with my love
Ebmaj7                 Cm7 
You keep tryna make me cuff
             Cm7                 
But you keep playin' with my love


[Chorus]
                Cm7           
I don't need to cover my jeans
Dm7                                
Why would I make a thot uh my queen
Cm7                                               Gm7        
She wanna fuck my team I could blow that bitch to smithereens
       Gm             Dm                                
I said fuck your team we pulled up just like the Marines
Cm7                                                                    
Nigga don't want no beef I ain't never ever eatin' no Jimmy Dean's yeah
Cm7                              
Yeah as far as I go to pop a bean
Dm7                                    Cm7 
She sniff coke that lil' bitch a fiend yeah
         Cm7               
Yeah she not countin' money
Cm7                                      
Not crack cards but she know now reef ayy
Gm7          Dm             
Y'all niggas y'all too funny
                         Cm7  
Jim Carrey me myself and Irene
                                                      Bb    
I might start sellin' trees just the way I always got leaves


[Verse]
                             Dm7                                Cm7 
I might start sellin' plants just the way your bitch ate up the seed
             Cm7                                                     
Chanel pearl came out a clam this shit on my neck look like beads ayy
                          Dm7        
I get the bands count the blue cheese
          Dm7         
I do that shit for fun
Cm7                        
For every mil' I pop a pill
                        Eb  
I do that shit 'til I'm dumb
                          Dm7 
I had your girl she at my crib
           Cm7     
That was a oneonone
          Cm7                   
Smokin' a Back' full of that gas
       Cm7         
Almost lost my lung


[Chorus]
                               Dm7 
I don't smoke trash need a gas mask
          Dm7             
This shit smell like skunk
    Cm7                                                                      
One thousand six hundred got a couple opps in the city and they all gon' hunt
    Cm7                               
The FNminus fiftyseven all on my waist
Dm7                               Cm7  
There's no need for me to pop the trunk
         Cm7                    
You keep tryna make me wan' cuff
                     Cm7         
But you keep playin' with my love


[Outro]
Dm7 Cm7 Gm Dm Ebmaj7
               


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