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This That Shit Chords by Haiti Babii

  • Key: D#m
  • BPM: 91
  • Capo: no capo
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THIS THAT SHIT ACORDES

[Start]

[Intro]
D#m B Bmaj7 B C#
           


[Chorus]
D#m                           
This that shit we pistoltoting
D#m                                
This that shit have you slow motion
B                                   
Hit that shit make me feel important
                   C#       D#m   
Move that shit you smell so potent
D#m                            
And I don't even know your name
D#m                               
But this year I'll make you famous
B                             
This year I'll step my game up
                         D#m
I'll tell you how I came up 
D#m                            
And I don't even know your name
                            B     
But this year I'll make you famous
     B                        
This year I'll step my game up
     B                     
I'll tell you how I came up


[Verse]
     B                                                 
This ain't no Corvette nah baby girl this a Lamborghini
    F#7                                                             
I'm ridin' 'round with a Drac' I'm 'bout to pull up and fuck on Kiki
          B                B7    
I be like Baby fuck if you riding
                 B                                   
I don't need yo' love I got this guap right beside me
                      C#7                                         
'cause I got a couple pistol totes that nigga play we stick 'em up
                                F#7          
I might just have to be the one to hit 'em up
         F#7                        
Make the paramedics come pick him up
                     B        
Soul out his body he giving up
B                               
Might double back and finish 'em
                  B          
Stamp a nigga I'm sending 'em
          B                            
Let these shots off at least ten of 'em
                      B          
Plus ten of them plus ten of them
B                                 
Hit your block I'm spinnin' 'em uh
               B               
Fuck those who friends with 'em
     B                                           
Fuck his thot then send her back to live with him
                        B            
Got a thirty she at the crib with 'em
    B                             
All I know is stack them Benjamins
                                 B          
It don't take too much for me to shit on him
     B                                         
Yeah throwing shade but I still got lead on him
                                  B     
Diamonds sitting too hard I can't fit in
       B                           
I done came too far I can't give in
B                   
Steady dropping hits
D#m                                                     
Knock it out the park in the booth I don't do no missing
       D#m           
I done got your bitch
       B                                                
I done broke her heart young nigga ain't got no feelings
               B                   
You ain't come see me when I was in
B                                         
Prison so you can't be a part of my vision
D#m               F#          
This that shit we pistoltoting
F#                                 
This that shit have you slow motion
                   B                
Hit that shit make me feel important
                            B      D#m
Move that shit you smell so potent   
D#m                            
And I don't even know your name
D#m                               
But this year I'll make you famous
Bmaj7                         
This year I'll step my game up
B                          
I'll tell you how I came up
D#m                                                 
Nigga if it came down to the bread what would you do
                                   B                      
Wouldchu spend hunnit bands on sum strippers tell da truth
    B7                                           
You niggas is rapping lies boy fuckin up da youth
    B                                                     
Dey sayin that I'm too negative I'm teaching them to shoot
    B                                                         
You claiming you da opposite but you don't got no common sense
F#7                                              
Money make the world go round what do you suppose
B                                              
Spending every dollar breaking pockets fo a hoe
B                                                  
Say whatchu want but if you knew I kno they need it
  D#m                                            
I have succeeded it's a reason my bitch conceited
D#m                                               
My life completed I been wanting it since a Fettes
       Bmaj7                               
I'm so versatile god gifted me with a curse
                                      Bmaj7  
I won't ever stop until my heart stop beating
D#m               F#7         
This that shit we pistoltoting
F#7                                
This that shit have you slow motion
B                                   
Hit that shit make me feel important
B                  C#             
Move that shit you smell so potent


[Chorus]
C#                             
And I don't even know your name
                   D#m            
But this year I'll make you famous
B                             
This year I'll step my game up
                         D#m   
I'll tell you how I came    up
      B     Bmaj7              
And I don't even know your name


[Outro]
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