Blood on My Lips chords by Rilès

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Dm 
Here
E 
goes another one who stood me up
Am 
Dm 
Blood on my lips
G 
Am 
Don't make it run onto your shirt
Dm 
Am 
Dm 
Here goes another one
E 
Am 
who stood me up
Dm 
F 
Blood on my lips
Am 
G 
Don't make me do what
Am 
Dm 
I don't want
Am 
Damn I see you're tryna fool me son

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Verse 2
E 
Am 
Is you niggas deaf or blind?
Dm 
I told you once
Am 
Making me repeat myself
So you waste my songs
G 
Am 
Dm 
Could've talked about my babe
Or about that cunt
Am 
Niggas be all afraid to talk to me
Face to face
E 
Fake your trace
Am 
Pace me for weeks then fade
Dm 
Your fable's fake
Am 
G 
And speech is vain
3andek
We know where's your
Am 
basement bitch

Verse 3
Dm 
Give me my money, money back
Am 
I'm on a rush man
E 
Our bullets going straight
Am 
They never swoosh, man
Dm 
Youngsters be listening my shit
Am 
Fuck if I shook them
G 
You made me quit the stud
Am 
So better run then
Dm 
Give me my money, money back
Am 
I'm on a rush man
E 
Our bullets going straight
Am 
They never swoosh, man
Dm 
I   was in Paris for my
Am 
money and a freestyle
G 
But I knew I was too high to
Am 
be a Frenchman
Dm 
Hmhmm

Verse 4
E 
Here goes another one who stood me up
Am 
Dm 
Blood on my lips
F 
Dm 
G 
Am 
Don't make it run onto your shirt
Dm 
Here goes another one
E 
G 
Am 
who stood me up
Dm 
F 
Blood on my lips
Dm 
G 
Am 
Dm 
Am 
G 
Don't make me do what I don't
E 
Am 
Dm 
Am 
G 
Dm 
Am 
want

Verse 5
Dm 
Many men
Am 
Dm 
Wish death upon myself
E 
Am 
Dm 
Acting like they're not looking
But follow my steps
All you want is revenge
Am 
Dm 
since I left your business
Am 
It was the greatest decision
Dm 
I could've ever made
I'm hearing from others you
Am 
do like to mention my name
E 
Shit I've been wasting all this
Am 
time cuz you stood in my way
Dm 
F 
Next time it's coming out your
Am 
mouth my dick gon fill your chin
G 
Am 
Don't make me pull the trigger on you
Dm 
I know you got kids
Others be spitting their
Am 
venim on some industry shit
E 
"don't sign him"
Am 
"don't talk about this kid"
Dm 
"too optimistic"
Am 
"dangerous for what we're in"
G 
Am I crazy?
Am 
Nah, just a little bit

Verse 6
Dm 
Give me my money, money back
Am 
I'm on a rush man
E 
Our bullets going straight
Am 
They never swoosh, man
Dm 
Youngsters be listening my shit
Am 
Fuck if I shook them
G 
You made me quit the stud
Am 
So better run then
Dm 
Give me my money, money back
Am 
I'm on a rush man
E 
Our bullets going straight
Am 
They never swoosh, man
Dm 
I was in Paris for my money
Am 
and a freestyle
G 
But I knew I was too high to
Am 
be a Frenchman

Verse 7
Hm- hmm
Dm 
E 
Here goes another one who stood me up
Am 
Dm 
Blood on my lips
G 
Am 
Don't make it run onto your shirt
Dm 
Am 
Dm 
Here goes another one
E 
G 
Am 
who stood me up
Dm 
Am 
Blood on my lips
Dm 
G 
Am 
Don't make me do what I don't want
Dm 
Am 
E 
Am 
Dm 
Am 
Dm 

Verse 8
G 
Am 
Dm 
Give me my money, money back
Am 
I'm on a rush man
E 
Am 
Our bullets going straight
They never swoosh, man
Dm 
Am 
Youngsters be listening my shit
Fuck if I shook them
G 
Am 
You made me quit the stud