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Soul Child Chords by Young Bleu

  • Key: A
  • BPM: 95
  • Capo: no capo

TEMPO FORTE


SOUL CHILD ACORDES

[Intro]
B7 B7 A                            Dmaj7        
    Yeah For better or worse I'm here with you


[Verse]
                                                C#m7        
I just logged off the internet 'cause niggas be fake beefin'
F#m7                                    Dmaj7        
I showed these niggas what to do with a Drake feature
                               C#m7        F#m7                    
Sixtime nominated used to wait in line now they got us accommodated
                 Dmaj7                                 
Just think about the last seven months that I dominated
                 C#m7          F#m7                    
The cars that we drive come in like common denominators
             Dmaj7                                      
You could be the one livin' this life or the commentator
              C#m7          F#m7                
I hope I live a life to see my niggas exonerated
                 Dmaj7   
Why they gettin' canceled
                                         C#m7   
I'm not a slave in my whip I'm ownin' my masters
F#m7                                      Dmaj7
When I drop that Moon Boy I took off like NASA 
                                                   C#m7       
I'm finally at a place where we can talk 'bout the fucked shit
F#m7                                            Dmaj7      
Don't need you complainin' because I go through enough shit
                                           C#m7    
These niggas all my sons like I grew up on Bushwick
F#m7                                D               
I went from no money on my books to overbooked bitch
Dmaj7     D                     C#m7                              F#m7     
We out in Palestine they had to give me my flowers like I'm their valentine
         Dmaj7                                                   C#m7           
It was a matter of time I never talked to the cops when it was a matter of crime
             F#m7                     Dmaj7        
How the fuck a legal drug turned to a federal crime
                                      C#m7        
I got some niggas in prison who doin' federal time
                                                Dmaj7      
And I heard you niggas fallin' off I could feel the decline
                                                   C#m7            
My shit through the roof don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed
             F#m7                       Dmaj7        
Hangin' with some made niggas who be on militant time
                                      C#m7                        F#m7        
You niggas toy soldiers when they was tryna keep me in the game I crossed over
     Dmaj7                                       
Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over
C#m7             F#m7                    
Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over
               Dmaj7    
Now look at me crossover
                C#m7         F#m7           Dmaj7
And I'm rappin' like my life depend on this shit 
                                      C#m7
I ain't got no love for these bitches yeah
           F#m7                          Dmaj7                
They never treated me special they never did shit but be extra
                 C#m7                 F#m7 
No Uber make her drive herself like a Tesla
                                Dmaj7     
Guns on the dresser came with a compressor
                                              C#m7 F#m7     
Don't you treat treat treat me like sixth man uh       yeah
Dmaj7                                               
Ayy tell the valet Bring the Urus to the parking lot
C#m7                             F#m7                        
I got shooters in this car don't whip up in this parking spot
Dmaj7                                                       
I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they all make 'em walk a lot
    C#m7            F#m7                                            
I'm bougie what you talkin' 'bout You never sucked this dick so stop
D                                                 
Bitches they be fake as fuck fake ass fake titties
C#m7              F#m7                             
Fake attitude hoe actin' like you don't drink Henny
Dmaj7                                                          
Talkin' 'bout some nineteen fortytwo what you gon' do to get it
C#m7                       F#m7                        
Ayy I probably got half on your rent if not get evicted
      Dmaj7                                                    C#m7    Dmaj7
Can't be the hottest in the city I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world
          C#m7              F#m7                       Dmaj7
The world cray always first never second suck my third leg  
                                       Dmaj7
Got her legs in the air like some bird legs 
C#m7                         F#m7                   
Fuck her 'til she can't feel her legs like a mermaid
Dmaj7                                     
I'm a Perc' head lean fiend I'm a weed boy
C#m7    F#m7                                 
Coke on my fingers work a key like a keyboard
Dmaj7                             C#m7
Cocaine cowboy yeehaw high comin' down
    F#m7                                       
Put some pounds on the other side of the seesaw
Dmaj7               D                  
Yung Bleu I got 'em I onetwoand out 'em
    C#m7       F#m7                             
Put the gun to his collar Alhamdulillah 'em yeah
D                                  
Bumbu and olives mushroom and molly
C#m7             F#m7                            
Been a pro since a kid like the young Luka Dončić


[Chorus]
Dmaj7                                        
Promethazine make my punchpunch like Muhammad
C#m7 F#m7                            Dmaj7 
New  Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis
         Dmaj7                  
Yeah red bandana and blue collar
          C#m7 F#m7 Dmaj7                   
Yeah yeah yeah yeah soul child in this bitch
C#m7           F#m7                           
Platinum teeth but ain't no smiles in that bih
Dmaj7                            C#m7    
What's beef Get the whole cow in this bih


[Outro]
F#m7                         B7   E
If you ain't slatt keep your nose 
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