Tonart: A major•
Verse 1
A
F#m
A
D
C#m
F#m
A
Nice
D
A
F#m
A
D
Oh
F#m
A
D
Verse 2
F#m
A
You what's up, girl, ain't gotta ask it
C#m
F#m
I buy the caskets
A
They should arrest you or
whoever dressed you
C#m
but I'ma let you know
F#m
Girl, you be killin' 'em
D
Girl, you be killin' 'em
C#m
You be killin' 'em
F#m
Girl, you be killin' 'em
D
Girl, you be killin' 'em
A
You ain't gotta worry 'bout her, shorty straight
Verse 3
D
Been chasing her for two days,
F#m
first forty eight
She look like the best money
F#m
that I ever spent
A
D
Just watching my cutie pie get beautified
Make me want better jewels,
A
Louboutin shoes, she got too much pride
D
Her feet are killing her,
F#m
I call it shoe'icide
A
Looking good has it's sacrifices
D
Chilly weather bring four
C#m
F#m
figure jacket prices
A
Her body nice, face dime
D
Give you that iPhone four,
C#m
F#m
FaceTime
A
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
C#m
still handle Patron
F#m
When them other hoes
A
call I hand her the phone
F#m
the tone (uh-uh, oh)
A
You what's up, girl, ain't gotta ask it
Verse 4
D
C#m
I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
F#m
They should arrest you
A
C#m
but I'ma let you know
F#m
Girl, you be killin' 'em
D
Girl, you be killin' 'em
C#m
You be killin' 'em
F#m
Girl, you be killin' 'em
D
Girl, you be killin' 'em
A
D
Yeah, I know that's what they all says
Verse 5
A
F#m
She gotta donkey with her, Juan Valdez
A
D
Keep it clean cut like bald heads
Been playin' with that green
F#m
long as Paul Pierce
A
So you gotta ball harder
F#m
"Is there a mall near us?"
Can't fault her,
A
D
the last nigga spoiled her
But he ain't beat it up,
A
Shoulda seen her come to
F#m
Slow strut like she walking to the altar
A
D
Hand bag on her arm cost four bills
And she ain't gotta beg,
F#m
A
Often imitated, never duplicated
D
C#m
They say she a dime,
F#m
I say she underrated (nice)
A
I just met her so the next solution
D
Dead my old chick, execution
Verse 6
F#m
A
You what's up, girl, ain't gotta ask it
C#m
F#m
I buy the caskets
A
They should arrest you or
whoever dressed you
C#m
but I'm a let you know
F#m
Girl, you be killin' 'em
D
Girl, you be killin' 'em
C#m
You be killin' 'em
F#m
Girl, you be killin' 'em
D
Girl, you be killin' 'em
Verse 7
I had to let you know
E
F#m
You be killin' 'em
E
Girl, you be killin' 'em (uh-uh, oh)
F#m
A
All the ladies (to all the ladies)
D
You be killin' 'em (I'd like to
C#m
congratulate you)
F#m
A
You be killin' 'em (congratulations)
F#m
Girl, you be killin' 'em
D
And you just came from the gym clothes
Verse 8
E
F#m
In a fitted cap and some Timbo's
D
And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
E
Camera in the mirror, BBM pose
F#m
A
D
Still killin' 'em hoes
C#m
F#m
You still killin' 'em hoes
A
D
F#m
You still killin' 'em hoes (uh-uh, oh)
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