MARSHMELLO feat GIGGS, SAINT JHN, SOUTHSIDE | Been Thru This Before Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

MARSHMELLO feat GIGGS, SAINT JHN, SOUTHSIDE | Been Thru This Before Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

Published on May 25, 2020 by guitarchordslyrics

Song Scale: Bb Minor
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 65
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
 
(Intro)
 
 Bbm
 (Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
 Bbm
 (Mello made it right)
 
 [VERSE]
 Bbm
 Roast these niggas up, ayy, ghost these problems, ayy
 Bbm
 Mostly toolied up, goons, ghosts, and goblins
 Bbm
 Now mostly bougie stuff, don’t see problems
 Bbm
 Know she said she was, but, no, she wasn’t, yeah
 Bbm
 Posted hoodied up, yeah, Gucci bottoms, yeah
 Bbm
 Yeah, she lookin’ sweet, but low-key rotten (Haha), yeah
 Bbm
 Soldiers Uzi’d up, best know we got them, yeah
 Bbm
 All these dudes in touch, but low-key Gotham (Smashin’)
 Bbm
 He’s in the back (Huh? Yeah), he got the massive Glock (Yeah)
 Bbm
 He’s on the left side, squeezin’ the Macintosh (Mmh, yeah)
 Bbm
 Hollowman’s back (Ooh, yeah), you know that I’m back on top (Top)
 Bbm
 And everyone eats (What? Yeah), and that’s when the rations stop (Jheeze, yeah)
 Bbm
 You sat on the fence (Fence), you gettin’ me tense (Me tense)
 Bbm
 Like go get my money, my twenty percent (Jheeze)
 Bbm
 Big movies over there, best know we shot them (Shot them)
 Bbm
 Yeah, all these dudes in touch, plus
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
 Bbm
 Nigga, we, we been through all of this before, cocaine in a drawer
 Bbm
 Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for the war
 Bbm
 Comin’ from the bottom, stretchin’ pockets, know we poor
 Bbm
 Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
 Bbm
 We been through all of this before, duckin’ from the war
 Bbm
 Hopin’ that forever comes, knowin’ this is life
 Bbm
 But only life that we saw, pistols in a drawer
 Bbm
 Cocaine in a corner pocket, hopin’ that
 Bbm
 You know we been through all this before
 
 [VERSE]
 Bbm
 I do not fuck with nobody, I do not have me no friends
 Bbm
 I got a GoFundMe and a Venmo, so if I love you depends
 Bbm
 I got a brother that shoots, I am just wipin’ the ‘prints
 Bbm
 I did the math, the graph, and givin’ you half ain’t makin’ no sense
 Bbm
 I’m still real, and I’m still screamin’, “Brook-Brooklyn”
 Bbm
 Great scene in that good book
 Bbm
 Dope game in my cold vein, so cocaine in my cookbook
 Bbm
 Dark skin in my snow white, I think it’s a good look
 Bbm
 Picked up where you left off, and I gave back what the hood took, so
 Bbm
 Callin’ it now, next year I’m takin’ a Grammy
 Bbm
 Usually Sheniqua exclusive, tonight I’m just thinkin’ ’bout takin’ an Annie
 Bbm
 And they just know I’m the key, so I’m just takin’ a nanny
 Bbm
 Niggas’ll back out they pack and relax off the sack like I’m takin’ a Xanny
 Bbm
 Man’s on a crusade ting
 Bbm
 Niggas’ll aim at your head and they come for your top on a toupée ting
 Bbm
 Bitches’ll play with your heart, just to ball because they on a 2K ting
 Bbm
 I’ll tell a bad bitch to kick it and push it and skate on a Lupe ting
 Bbm
 If it is black, then I’m black and I’m black and I’m back on a DUSSÉ ting
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
 Bbm
 Nigga, we, we been through all of this before, cocaine in a drawer
 Bbm
 Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for the war
 Bbm
 Comin’ from the bottom, stretchin’ pockets, know we poor
 Bbm
 Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
 Bbm
 We been through all of this before, duckin’ from the war
 Bbm
 Hopin’ that forever comes, knowin’ this is life
 Bbm
 But only life that we saw, pistols in a drawer
 Bbm
 Cocaine in a corner pocket, hopin’ that
 Bbm
 You know we been through all this before
 

Lyrics


Roast these niggas up, ghost these problems
Mostly toolied up goons, ghost, and goblins
Nah, mostly bougie stuff, don’t see problems
Know she said she was, but no, she wasn’t
Yeah, posted hoodied up, yeah, Gucci bottoms
Yeah, yeah, she lookin’ sweet, but lowkey rotten (haha)
Yeah, soldiers Uzi’d up, best know we got them
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, but lowkey Gotham (smashin’)
He’s in the back (yeah), he got the massive Glock (yeah)
He’s on the left side, squeezin’ the Macintosh (mmh, yeah)
Hollow man’s back (yeah), you know that I’m back on top
And everyone eats (yeah), and that’s when the rations stop (yeah, yeah)
You sound offense (offense), you gettin’ me tense (me tense)
Now go get my money, my twenty percent (jheeze)
Big movies over there, best know we shot them (shot them)
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, plus
Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin’ from the bottom, scratchin’ pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before
Duckin’ from the law
Hopin’ that forever comes, knowin’ this is life
But only life that we saw
Pistols in a drawer, Cocaine in a corner pocket
Hopin’ that you know we been through all this before
I do not fuck with nobody, I do not have me no friends
I got a GoFundMe and a Venmo, so, if I love you, depends
I got a brother that shoots, I am just wipin’ the prints
I did the math, the graph
and givin’ you half ain’t makin’ no sense
I’m still real, and I’m still screamin’, “Brook-Brooklyn”
Grey scene and that good book
Dope game in my co-vein, so Cocaine in my cookbook
Dark skin in my snow-white
I think it’s a good look
Picked up where you left off
and I gave back what the hood took
So, callin’ it now, next year I’m takin’ a Grammy
Usually Sheniqua exclusive
tonight I’m just thinkin’ ’bout takin’ an Addy
And they just know I’m the king
so, I’m just takin’ a niney
Niggas’ll back out their pack, I’m relaxed
out the sack like I’m takin’ a Xanny
Man’s on a crusade ting
niggas’ll aim at your head and they come for your top
on a toupee ting
Bitches’ll play with your heart
just a bopper, ’cause they on a 2K ting
I’ll tell a bad bitch to kick it and push it
and skate on a Lupe ting
If it is black, then I’m black and I’m black and I’m back on a D’USSE ting
Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin’ from the bottom, scratchin’ pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before
Duckin’ from the law
Hopin’ that forever comes, knowin’ this is life
But only life that we saw
Pistols in a drawer, Cocaine in a corner pocket
Hopin’ that you know we been through all this before

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