400 Degreez Chords by Juvenile
- Key: Gm
- BPM: 97
- Capo: no capo
PULSO FUERTE
400 DEGREEZ ACORDES
[Start] [Verse] Gm ■ Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap Gm Ya seen that ninetyeight mercedes on TV I bought dat Gm I had some felony charges I fought dat G7 Been sent to no return but still was bought back Gm Nigga threw some slangs at me wardie I caught dat Gm I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack G7 Gm Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat Gm If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that Gm Nigga disrespect me I'ma be in all black Gm Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all dat Gm Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on Gm Ride top down so we let the trucks pause Gm In the jeep ridin' four deep Eb I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me huh [Inst] Gm Eb Gm Eb Gm Eb ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Verse] Gm Bitch what I'll bust ya ass up Gm Don't even go there wardie cuz I'm ready to mass up G7 I heard about the money thats some nice change Gm For the right price I'll bust the right range Gm Hard as a nigga try I can't do the right thing G7 Only God knows what the future might bring G7 Nigga might be shy nigga might be triffling G7 Nigga might survive if he buy that riffling G7 With something that'll stop a nigga from playin' Gm Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand G7 Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo G7 Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe Gm Attitude adjustments do ya'll need Gm Don't call the enforcements nigga call me Gm I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block Gm I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot [Inst] Eb Gm Eb Gm Eb Gm Eb ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Verse] Gm Alright stop cuz I done had enough Gm When it comes to my pockets I'm ready to bust G7 Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck G7 Man let me get this beef shit over brah Gm Aint no bitches here I'm from the 'nolia brah G7 Gm Bust ya beefs head cuz it was told to us G7 How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down Gm How I'ma look in front of my people like a clown Gm The G code what we live by and we die by G7 The book is what we will never abide by G7 Niggas drive by gettin loose G7 Beef'n with each other like a checker board in use Gm G7 Up in compton or the watts nigga Gm G7 Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga G7 Foe ya played by a hit or retalion Gm Or a fine young black females stallion Gm Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion G7 You far away from ya home you's a alien [Inst] C7 Eb Gm Eb Gm Eb Gm Eb ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Solo] Gm Eb Gm Eb Ebmaj7 Gm Eb Gm ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ Eb Gm G7 Gm G7 Gm G7 Gm ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ G7 Gm G7 Gm G7 Gm ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Outro] [End]