Dreidel Bop - BLP Kosher, ukulele chords

Published: 2024-01-09 14:55
Selection chords: Sarah Harris

Intro:
Em Bm Am C
(Oh snap, snap, snap)
Waterrr, waterrr, yeah
Dreidel man, dreidel man

Chorus:
              Em                      Bm
Hit ʼem with the bands, now they in a trance
           Am                     C
I donʼt wanna Do this no more
          Em
Iʼm back where I started
             Bm
And I ainʼt never been to this party
         Am                        C
But I donʼt wanna leave it alone
Em                                  Bm
Hit ʼem with the bands, now they in a trance
Am                      C
I donʼt wanna Do this no more
                            Em
Iʼm back where I started
                           Bm
And I ainʼt never been to this party
              Am                        C
And I donʼt wanna leave it alone

Verse:
      Em
Waterrr
They know Iʼm ʼbout my porridge
 Bm
The dreidel man that could
Am                              C
She gave me top in the forest, Iʼm in the neck of the woods
Em                               Bm
I feel like Blake, Iʼm a carpenter how I rip the wood
Am                              C
I got like forty out the gate, and jit, I wish you would

Smoke with me, you boutta build machinery, you could Go to conway
Jit thought he was swift, I interrupt him like that boy Kanye
He said he was from the O, you from Altamonte
They thought that I was peewee, now they fuck with me the long way
They told me, "Stay up out the way, you ʼbout to be a mogul"
Dude in that interrogation room, he want to stretch them vocals
I used to ask around for rides, I was never mobile
Now my pockets stay on Alabama ʼcause my money mobile
Iʼm fucked up ʼbout the middle east, Iʼm tryna make peace
And you ainʼt standinʼ on bees wax, burts bees
I love my dog but he will crash like itʼs peach beach
ʼCause he got beef in every city like he Mr. Beast
They asked me, "How much for the feat?", man, that shit steep
This choppa got me walkinʼ like I got webbed feet
You rappinʼ ʼbout Jew Sheisty, bitch, you dead meat
Big beam on your ass, infrared heat
They thought I was spoon fed
Bitch, I have a spork
You try to take my ice, you need the stick, like Iʼm Bobby Orr
Leave him sleep on the floor, like the furniture store
You donʼt hit your bitch right, bad cock and more

Chorus:
Hit ʼem with the bands, now they in a trance
I donʼt wanna Do this no more
Iʼm back where I started
And I ainʼt never been to this party
But I donʼt wanna leave it alone
Hit ʼem with the bands, now they in a trance
I donʼt wanna Do this no more
Iʼm back where I started
And I ainʼt never been to this party
And I donʼt wanna leave it alone