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Young Thug - Peepin Out The Window Chords

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Peepin Out The Window Chords

(ver. 1)
Young Thug
[Intro]
Em  D     C
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
                C  D  Em
Peepin' out the window (peepin' out the window, peepin' out the window, peepin' out the window)
 
 
[Chorus]
                Em      D
Peepin' out the window (Yeah, yeah)
      C                                                                        C     D
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead, wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
      Em                                                                         Em         D
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass b**ches tryna tell me I ain't poppin', I ain't hot no more
      C                                                             C
Well, listen to me closely, b**ch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
          D              Em
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me, most of my dogs bossed up
 
 
[Verse 1]
Em  D                           C
    I doubled up, I don't do no chores no more
                                                 C
I ain't steppin' on these niggas like no rugs no more
            D                    Em
Find myself carin' way too much, ain't got no shrubs no more
                                                   Em
But got way bigger shows, I ain't chargin' dubs no more
  D               C
I charge a half a million dollars just to walk out
                                        C
I hatе the police, but I'm big, so they brought cops out
  D                        Em
I got a gun, shoot sixteen timеs, but it's fun sized, sign on the dotted lines
Em  D    C
     One time for the ones saw me come from nothing
C            D
 Speakin' of nothing
Em
Pussy niggas know not to play, I ain't goin' for nothing (Yeah)
 
 
[Chorus]
                Em      D
Peepin' out the window (Yeah)
      C                                                                        C     D
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead, wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
      Em                                                                         Em         D
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass b**ches tryna tell me I ain't poppin', I ain't hot no more
      C                                                             C
Well, listen to me closely, b**ch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
          D              Em
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me, most of my dogs bossed up
 
 
[Verse 2]
Em                 D                          C
 Youngin' jumped inside the game, he got some f**kin' diamonds
                                                     C
We make temporary decisions, change the f**kin' climate
                 D                      Em
Run with D-boys, yeah, them boys who be runnin' the lobby
                                                      Em
Change the channel, you know I'm up next by the way I pop it
         D                             C
I sip on syrup a lot, but no one understand me
                                           C
I told my mama, "No more sufferin', I made it"
                   D                        Em
You should've seen all these motherf**kers' faces, I told my brothers, "We ain't goin' back to basic"
Em                      D
Ever since I copped the Hellcat
        C
Niggas still wonderin' why, like, "BSlime, you did that"
                        C                     D
I'm kickin' my ones and twos, chillin' at the rib shack
        Em
Wishin' I can bring my dog back from the f**kin' jailmates
 
 
[Chorus]
                Em      D
Peepin' out the window (Yeah)
      C                                                                        C     D
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead, wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
      Em                                                                         Em         D
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass b**ches tryna tell me I ain't poppin', I ain't hot no more
      C                                                             C
Well, listen to me closely, b**ch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
          D              Em
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me, most of my dogs bossed up
 
 
[Verse 3]
                Em      D
Peepin' out the window
      C                                                                   C       D
All I see is a bunch of racist-ass cops tryna catch a nigga slackin' like Jim Crow
       Em                                                                       Em      D
Had to make it through the worst on the turf, out the dirt, nigga stayin' down, ten toes
       C
I done seen a lot of struggle that came with this game
                        C                      D
She cried, but she gon' lie just to f**k on my chain
  Em
I drunk codeine and popped one just to stimulate my brain
 
 
[Chorus]
                Em      D
Peepin' out the window (Yeah)
      C                                                                        C     D
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead, wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
      Em                                                                         Em         D
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass b**ches tryna tell me I ain't poppin', I ain't hot no more
      C                                                             C
Well, listen to me closely, b**ch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
          D              Em
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me, most of my dogs bossed up
 
 
[Outro]
Em  D  C         C  D  Em
        Hell yeah
Em  D     C
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
                C   D  Em
Peepin' out the window, yeah, yeah
        Em                   D           C
See the opps risin' from the dead when I look out my window
         C                D                Em                  Em  D  C      C  D  Em
All this water in these baguettes, I might turn into Nemo, yeah
            
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