BEVERLY HILLS Acordes por Doechii

[Intro]
                                           D      
It's done it's dead I'm not hitting him up anymore
Dmaj7          D           
Talk that shit I'ma talk it
         A7                D 
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
D                            
No more fits 'bout to lock in
                           Bm
Had that grip and you lost it
Bm                         
Talk that shit I'ma talk it
         F#7               Bm
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
                           B7
No more fits 'bout to lock in
                           D
Had that grip and you lost ■


[Chorus]
A       D   
Sick of yeah
          A7                 D       
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
            A   
Straight up yeah
D                                     Bm 
■ Thinking 'bout another life without you
       B7     
Fed up ■  yeah
B7                           
You never really were my type
Bm              
Straight up yeah
    B7 F#7                 Dmaj7  
But ■  let me talk my shit tonight
          A7             D7
Talk that shit I'ma talk it
A7                         Dmaj7
Get your shit 'fore I walk in   
                           D 
No more fits 'bout to lock in
                           D 
Had that grip and you lost it
          B7             F#7
Talk that shit I'ma talk it 
F#7                          
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
B7 F#7                       
No more fits 'bout to lock in
B7         F#7     Dmaj7
But let me talk my shit 


[Verse]
         Dmaj7        
To be so argumentative
    D                                         Dmaj7
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
Dmaj7               
Recognize who you is
    D                                                  Bm
You missing out on rent could compromise where we live ■ 
       F#              
Try to brag in your ear
    Bm                            F#7              
But every time you speak I'm just interpreting fear
B7       
It's hard
                     F#7    
It's hard so hard so hard oh
D                                      
You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh
       D                                 
At the shit ass jokes that you're talking
                                             D    
You should be glad that I ain't breaking the glass
                     A                   
That you bought last year for my birthday
                          B7      Bm                            
I do big things I got big plans I got big dreams need a real man
                                    B7                           D   
You down real bad if you think I'ma not talktalk how I walk that walk


[Chorus]
         A            
To be so argumentative
    D                A                              D
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills ■
D                   
Recognize who you is
    D                                                 
You missing out on rent could compromise where we live
Bm                     
Try to brag in your ear
                                  F#m7             
But every time you speak I'm just interpreting fear
Bm7      
It's hard
                          Dmaj7
It's hard so hard so hard oh   
Dmaj7  
Sick of
                               D     
Tossing over crumbs in my silk sheets
D          
Straight up
                      A                      
You're thinking 'bout another girl and not me
       B7
Fed up ■ 
  Bm    F#m7            Bm  
I never really was your type
Bm   
Was I
B7  Bm   E                     
But baby talk your shit tonight
          D    A         D 
Talk that shit I'ma talk it
A                          D 
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
A                          D 
No more fits 'bout to lock in
                           Bm
Had that grip and you lost it
                         B7
Talk that shit I'ma talk it
                           B7
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
B7                           
No more fits 'bout to lock in
         D                   
Had that grip and you lost it
A                                    
And every sigh is a sign of the times
D                         A7                  
Find time to get high get away from a bad vibe
D                                  
A fine line between a ho and a dime
    D                                            
I'd die if I tried being caught on your sidelines
Bm                                   
You drive by in the car that I bought
Bm                               
You get by on the way that I walk
                       B7                     
You're down bad if you think I'ma not talktalk
Bm               F#m7          
How I walk gotta walk that walk
F#m7  
So ooh
Dmaj7 A Dmaj7                       
Talk  ■ ■     that shit I'ma talk it
         Dmaj7               
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
   D                         
No more fits 'bout to lock in
Bm                           
Had that grip and you lost it
     Bm                    
Talk that shit I'ma talk it
Bm                           
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
                           Bm7
No more fits 'bout to lock in 
         Bm                Dmaj7 D
Had that grip and you lost ■     ■


[End]