Shampoo - Kodak Black, guitar chords

Published: 2024-03-06 15:28
Selection chords: Sarah Harris

Bb Dm Am

Intro:
Bb
Got the bitch dizzy, yeah
Dm   Am
Yak and cheese whip
Bb
Yakeroni drip

Yak sauce, condiment
Dm              Am
Drip store, condiment
Bb                            Dm  Am
I got the condiment, man
Bb
Know what Iʼm sayinʼ? (DzyOnDaBeat)
Dm  Am
The drip store
Condiment, Yak sauce

Verse:
Bb
Baby love got the fake job with the botox
Dm                                       Am
Yeah, nigga, donk paint job like butterscotch
Bb
I was ʼcross town zoolinʼ with my dog Pookaduke
Dm                                       Am
Yeah, nigga, chain different color like fruit loop
Bb
Favorite girl caucasian, she stay in Michigan
Dm                                       Am
Drunk a lotta coffee now I gotta shit again
Bb
Niggas know they ainʼt seeinʼ Yak ʼcause they never did
Dm                                       Am
Yeah, nigga, MAC canʼt suppress like the evidence
Bb
Made a lot of Haitians turn Jеwish, told ʼem, "God said"
Dm                                       Am
I ainʼt got no phone, Iʼm talkinʼ murder on thе iPad
Bb
Switchinʼ up rentals, you ainʼt even know what car Iʼm in
Dm                                       Am
Yeah, nigga, I got the sauce like condiment

Chorus:
Bb
Yeah, nigga, I been smokinʼ deuce with the camera crew
Dm                              Am
Yeah, nigga, I been drinkinʼ Goose like the animal
Bb
Furniture mahogany and the whole floor bamboo
Dm                              Am
Yeah, nigga, bitch soakinʼ wet, nigga, shampoo

Verse:
Drop my last album same day a bitch overdosed
Next day, they found Jay Martin lay in comatose
Donk paint job butterscotch, seats butter toast
Bitch, Iʼm tryna fuck you, why you think I got your number for?
Bakinʼ soda Pyrex, whippinʼ up a dope cake
Mix match designer, rockinʼ Gucci with the Dolce
Flees on fluffy and McQueen on ʼ61
Kodak Black went "Bodak Yellow" on a Bentley truck
Cuban links so damn big, they like, "What the fuck?"
Bitch, Iʼm tryna fuck, why you think I got your number for?
Ainʼt nothinʼ sweet, keep a piece like buttercup
Snuck up in a club with the fire, thatʼs a tummy tuck

Chorus:
Yeah, nigga, I been smokinʼ deuce with the camera crew
Yeah, nigga, I been drinkinʼ Goose like the animal
Furniture mahogany and the whole floor bamboo
Yeah, nigga, bitch soakinʼ wet, nigga, shampoo