Slime You Out (ft Drake) - SZA, acordes de ukelele

Intro:
    Am
     
            Em   D
    I donʼt know whatʼs wrong with you girls
    C
    I feel like yʼall donʼt need love
     
    Am
    You need somebody who can
    Em
    Micro-manage you, you know what Iʼm sayinʼ?
                        D
    Tell you right from wrong,
                     C
    Whoʼs smart from whoʼs a fool
     
                                   Am
    Which utensil to use for which food, like
    Em
    I got a schedule to attend to though
    D
    I canʼt really
    C
    (Six)

Am                     Em
You bitches really get carried away
D                         C
Makinʼ mistakes, then you beg me to stay
       Am                      Em
Got me wigginʼ on you like Iʼm Arrogant Tae
D                    C
You got my mind in a terrible place
 
Am                            Em
Whipped and chained you like American slaves
D                         C
Act like you not, used to share it in space
Am                  Em
I met the nigga you thought could replace
D                   C
How were there even comparisons made?
 
       Am                       Em
Bitch, next time, I swear on my grandmother grave
    D                        C
Iʼm sliminʼ you for them kid choices you made
Am               Em               D               C
Sliminʼ you out, sliminʼ you out, sliminʼ you out
 
Am   Em                              D
Ayy, this ainʼt the littest, I could get on you bitches
     C                 Am
Sent wires on wires on wires, like Idris
Em                      D
Lucky that I donʼt take back what is given
 
        C                                    Am
I could have you on payment plan ʼtil youʼre hundred and fifty
       Em                             D
And my slime right here, she got some bars for yʼall niggas
   C                               Am
So Iʼma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute
Em               D                C
Sliminʼ you out, sliminʼ you out, sliminʼ you out

Am    Em                     C
Damn, these niggas got me so twisted
       D                           Am
I done fuck you for real, but play bitch on my line
      Em
I can feel what you spendinʼ
    C                        D
Got too much pride to let no burn nigga slime me out
 
Am                        Em
Pull up, go right around, my night, got time
         C
Letʼs discuss all those lies about
D
Fightinʼ out here, like you dickinʼ me out
    Am
And I ainʼt even cominʼ over it now
    Em
And you ainʼt ʼbout the shit you rappinʼ about
    C
And I can spin the hoʼ, Iʼm airinʼ it out
    D
Iʼm goinʼ on like itʼs sawed off
 
Am             Em
You tell these hoes you ainʼt cuddlinʼ
C                     D
But with me you know, doing all that shit
Am                     Em
You tellinʼ these hoes you ainʼt trickinʼ off
C                  D
But with me you know, go get it all
 
Am                    Em
How you niggas get so carried away?
C                       D
Trippinʼ when that dick gets barely third place
Am                       Em
Fucked out of pity, itʼs cute that you lame
C                                 D
Damn, ʼcause thereʼs men that can fake liking sex
 
Am                   Em
Sliminʼ you out, Iʼm sliminʼ you out,
    C                D                     Am
Iʼm sliminʼ you out, oh, ooh, woah-oh, woah

      Em                               C
Yeah, January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly
D                                     Am
February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside
        Em                          C
For the fantasy of gettinʼ married, very scary
D                                     Am
March got you already second guessinʼ titles
 
       Em                                                 C
April, Spring is here and just like a spring you start to spiral
                D
May brings some warmer days
                 Am
Poolside gettinʼ very tame
                     Em                                    C
June have you movinʼ ice cold, goinʼ back and forth with a married man
                              D
July, thatʼs when I found out you lied
Am                                Em
August, it was «Baby this", «Baby that», like you had your tubes tied
 
C                                  D
September, we fallinʼ off, and Iʼm still the man you tryna win over
Am                              Em
October is all about me, ʼcause your turn shouldʼve been over
C                                   D
November, got your moodboardinʼ for next year and youʼre single
Am                                 Em
December the gift givinʼ month and now you wanna rekindle

C D Am
 
Em                                         C
Tryna build trust, you and me, and then he ends, how they tryna bag you?
D                                   Am
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up beinʼ bad news
Em                                         C
Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like itʼs Wagyu
D                                   Am
Get a nigga head, Iʼll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon
 
Em                                 C
Dropped the QC, pretty sure I made PMʼs, like itʼs past noon
D                                 Am
All I really know is Wʼs and Mʼs, life lookinʼ like a bathroom
Em                                  C
All I really know is M bags, like I drove through and ordered fast food
D                                             Am
Sayinʼ that Iʼm too guarded with my feelings, who the fuck even asked you?
 
Em                                      C
Seven bodyguards, just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through
D                                              Am
Donʼt know why I listen to you when I hear you talkinʼ,
tell me itʼs some half truth
   Em                                           C
If I donʼt play it, ran it, it look like an old hairstyle, girl,
thatʼs past due
   D
If I donʼt-
Am
That’s as far as I got
 
         Em   C
What the fuck?