No No No: acordes por
Birdman
Birdman
Young Thug
Young Thug

N/A
Tom: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
E
E
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
Oh-
E
E
woah (Rich Gang)
Thugger (oh- woah)
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
E
E
Thugger, baby (Slime)
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
F
F
No (Rich Gang), hah (hey)
E
E
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
(We got London on the track)
Hey
Verse 2
E
E
Am
Am
F
F
E
E
Am
Am
No, no, no (ayy, hey)
Dm
Dm
E
E
Am
Am
No, no, no (hey, hey, woo)
E
E
No, no, no (yeah, uh- uh)
Am
Am
No, no, no (woo, hey,
Dm
Dm
woo, uh- uh, woo)
E
E
Am
Am
I wan' live it up until I leave
(uh- uh, uh- uh)
E
E
You can't sweep my flyness like a
Am
Am
witch (uh- uh, uh- uh)
Dm
Dm
What's up,
E
E
Am
Am
Nipsey? I got keys to the city
E
E
All of my bitches tell me I'm
Am
Am
the realest
Dm
Dm
Uh- uh, uh-
Verse 3
E
E
uh, boy,
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
you not runnin' (oh, no, no)
E
E
Uh- uh, uh- uh,
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
Tommys, no stomachs (oh, no, no)
E
E
Am
Am
Uh- uh, gold, no mummy (oh, no, no),
and, and
Dm
Dm
E
E
Am
Am
My racks are lettuce, my Kush are onions (oh,
no, no, woo, woo)
Dm
Dm
E
E
Am
Am
I'ma always say yes to my bitch,
never no, no
Dm
Dm
E
E
And I think that her pussy is tight 'cause
Am
Am
she pigeon- toed (oh, no, no)
Dm
Dm
E
E
And I know all my diamonds are wa
Am
Am
ter because they soaked (oh, no, no)
Dm
Dm
E
E
Am
Am
And I might take that bitch off of MARTA
Dm
Dm
E
E
Am
Am
all 'cause she spoke (oh, no, no, hey)
Dm
Dm
Stand up, Harriet Tubman
E
E
Am
Am
(stand up)
E
E
Am
Am
E
E
Us or them? No sub
bin' (not us)
Am
Am
Bitch, I'm high off substance
E
E
(angel dust)
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
I'm a B, plus I am buzzin' (blah)
Verse 4
E
E
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
E
E
No, no, no (uh- uh)
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
No, no, no (try me, uh- uh)
E
E
Am
Am
No, no, no (yeah, don't try no big Billy,
F
F
uh- uh)
E
E
Am
Am
No, no, no (uh- uh, uh- uh,
Dm
Dm
uh- uh, uh- uh, hey)
E
E
Am
Am
I wan' live it up until I
leave (uh- uh, uh- uh, hey)
E
E
You can't sweep my flyness like a
Am
Am
witch (uh- uh, uh- uh, uh- uh)
Dm
Dm
What's up,
E
E
Am
Am
Nipsey? I got keys to the city
E
E
Am
Am
All of my bitches tell me I'm the realest (yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dm
Dm
Never wanna be aver
Verse 5
E
E
age (uh- uh)
Am
Am
All I wanna do is see Gladys (and)
Dm
Dm
E
E
Never wanna see backwards
Am
Am
All I ever did wanna just see
baggage (bags, racks)
Dm
Dm
E
E
Never wanna ever be daddy (uh- uh)
Am
Am
Never ever wanna be my daddy (uh- uh)
Dm
Dm
All I ever did is wanna
E
E
be (and what?)
Am
Am
And all I ever wanna be was
Dm
Dm
him (and what?)
E
E
Am
Am
See, I played in this game and I laid in this game,
all I ever wanna see was gems (racks)
Dm
Dm
E
E
So I show a nigga get stacks
(what? What?)
Am
Am
Pay the brims with the tinted
rims (tinted rims)
Big money, nigga,
E
E
hundred stacks (big racks)
Am
Am
Bad bitches in them new
'Bachs (big woah)
Guns up, nigga,
E
E
fuck friends (clack- clack)
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
A hundred niggas in a hundred Benz (woo,
brrat)
E
E
Am
Am
Verse 6
Dm
Dm
E
E
No, no, no (yeah, uh- uh)
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
No, no, no (uh- uh, uh- uh, uh- uh, no)
E
E
Am
Am
No, no, no (uh- uh,
uh- uh, uh- uh, woah, bro)
E
E
Am
Am
No, no, no (woo, hey, woo,
Dm
Dm
uh, woo, ah)
E
E
Am
Am
I wan' live it up until I leave (uh)
E
E
You can't sweep my flyness like a
Am
Am
witch (uh- uh, uh- uh)
Dm
Dm
What's up,
E
E
Am
Am
Nipsey? I got keys to the city
E
E
Am
Am
All of my bitches tell me I'm the realest

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