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Garbage Pale Kids chords by JPEGMAFIA and Danny Brown

  • Em

  • B5

    2
  • E5

  • G#5

    4
  • G#

    4
  • E

  • Bb

  • Bm

    2
  • A

  • Gm

    3
  • F

  • G

  • Dm

  • D

  • D5

    5
  • B

    2
  • Fsus4

Intro 1
Em
B5
Em
E5
Em
G#5
G#
E5
Em
E5
Em
E5
Em
Verse 1
Em
Niggas don't rap no more,
E
Em
E5
they just sell clothes
B5
So I should probably quit and
Bb
B5
start a line of bathrobes
E5
Em
E
I'm cold like Missouri,
E5
Em
E5
B5
ask Siri if I'm that nigga (style)
Em
She'll probably answer back
B5
"Don't ask me stupid shit, my nigga"
E
E5
I'm a stone-cold degenerate, degenerate,
Em
E
B5
Bm
B5
working out with no membership (yeah)
Bb
B5
I'm in LA, you wonder where the bitches
E
E5
went? (Where the bitches go?)
My manuscript,
Em
E5
B5
E
E5
E
E5
I can't handle it
Em
Eat ya ass like I'm
Canibus (haha)
E5
Em
I show up on your screen
E5
like televangelist
B5
Bm
B5
Bb
B5
And they have faith
E
E5
E
that I can clap those cheeks like-
E5
B5
Em
E5
E
Getting Brown to your yard,
E5
Em
A
E5
need more than a milkshake
Gm
Bb
E5
An d I say I'm out here
Gm
I'm up though (I'm up though)
Bb
Gm
They wanna see me fall off, but they nuts,
E5
bro (but they nuts, bro)
A
I keep the custos (custos) at the
Gm
front door (the front door)
We got a line around the corner for
A
E5
this dope flow (go)

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Verse 2
F
G
A
E
E5
Uh, yeah
A
Dm
D
E5
F
Bb
F
G
Em
E5
A
Dm
D
E5
Em
E5
Em
Bm
Yeah, some of you niggas be
D5
Bb
talkin' that shit
B5
And you spend all your life being
Em
muhfuckin' rats
E5
Gettin' lined up ain't enough
Em
Gettin' slapped ain't a dub,
getting shot and do nothing back
Shut the fuck up with them subs
Bm
How you posting all day,
Em
but claim that you packing a MAC?
This nigga ain't in my league and
ain't right in the head
B
We gon' pull yo' daddy out his casket (suck my dick,
E5
bitch-ass nigga)
D
B5
Em
I thought we chased yo' punk-ass
off off the scene
Caught the Raekwon, you should
stick to the cream
Servin' these niggas like
I'm Paula Dean
Bm
B5
Blood raw, I don't what I eat
Em
Hook shot, bitch, I think I'm Kareem
I don't believe what you say
in them beats
Bm
B5
They gave you hands and cleats,
Bb
why you still postin' memes?
B5
Why you ain't grab no beam?
Em
This nigga still on my feed,
talkin' what he should've did
Should've-could've-would've ass ass ass nigga,
why the fuck you ain't it did it?
E5
A
The way that you talk someone should've been missing,
D
A
my boy
It ain't real,
D
A
'less you can't see that
Uh-uh
D
You You can't be broke
A
D
and over thirty
A
Getting your ass beat, where you sleep at,
Outro 1
come on, bruh
A
D
Dm
Bb
A
F
A
Dm
D
Bb
Fsus4
Bb
F
Gm
G
Em
A
Dm
D
Dm
N/A
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