Am Em D I don't know what's wrong with you girls C I feel like y'all don't need love Am Em You need somebody who can micro-manage you, you know what I'm sayin'? D C Tell you right from wrong, who's smart from who's a fool Am Which utensil to use for which food, like Em I got a schedule to attend to though D I can't really C (Six) Am Em You bitches really get carried away D C Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay Am Em Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae D C You got my mind in a terrible place Am Em Whipped and chained you like American slaves D C Act like you not, used to share it in space Am Em I met the nigga you thought could replace D C How were there even comparisons made? Am Em Bitch, next time, I swear on my grandmother grave D C I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made Am Em D C Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out Am Em D Ayy, this ain't the littest, I could get on you bitches C Am Sent wires on wires on wires, like Idris Em D Lucky that I don't take back what is given C Am I could have you on payment plan 'til you're hundred and fifty Em D And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas C Am So I'ma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute Em D C Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out Am7 Em7 Cmaj7 Damn, these niggas got me so twisted D Am7 I done fuck you for real, but play bitch on my line Em7 I can feel what you spendin' Cmaj7 D Got too much pride to let no burn nigga slime me out Am7 Em7 Pull up, go right around, my night, got time Cmaj7 Let's discuss all those lies about D Fightin' out here, like you dickin' me out Am7 And I ain't even comin' over it now Em7 And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about Cmaj7 And I can spin the ho', I'm airin' it out D I'm goin' on like it's sawed off Am7 Em7 You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin' Cmaj7 D But with me you know, doing all that shit Am7 Em7 You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off Cmaj7 D But with me you know, go get it all Am7 Em7 How you niggas get so carried away? Cmaj7 D Trippin' when that dick gets barely third place Am7 Em7 Fucked out of pity, it's cute that you lame Cmaj7 D Damn, 'cause there's men that can fake liking sex Am7 Em7 Cmaj7 Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out D Oh, ooh, woah-oh, woah Cmaj7 D Am7 Em7 Cmaj7 Yeah, January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly D Am7 February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside Em7 Cmaj7 For the fantasy of gettin' married, very scary D Am7 March got you already second guessin' titles Em7 Cmaj7 April, Spring is here and just like a spring you start to spiral D May brings some warmer days Am7 Poolside gettin' very tame Em7 Cmaj7 June have you movin' ice cold, goin' back and forth with a married man D July, that's when I found out you lied Am7 Em7 August, it was "Baby this", "Baby that", like you had your tubes tied Cmaj7 D September, we fallin' off, and I'm still the man you tryna win over Am7 Em7 October is all about me, 'cause your turn should've been over Cmaj7 D November, got your moodboardin' for next year and you're single Am7 Em7 December the gift givin' month and now you wanna rekindle Cmaj7 Am7 Em7 Cmaj7 Tryna build trust, you and me, and then he ends, how they tryna bag you? D Am7 Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news Em7 Cmaj7 Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like it's Wagyu D Am7 Get a nigga head, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon Em7 Cmaj7 Dropped the QC, pretty sure I made PM's, like it's past noon D Am7 All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom Em7 Cmaj7 All I really know is M bags, like I drove through and ordered fast food D Am7 Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the fuck even asked you? Em7 Cmaj7 Seven bodyguards, just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through D Am7 Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin', tell me it's some half truth Em7 Cmaj7 If I don't play it, ran it, it look like an old hairstyle, girl, that's past due D If I don't- Am7 That’s as far as I got Em7 What the fuck? Cmaj7 D Am7 Cmaj7
Die Akkorde von Slime You Out von Drake und SZA sind Am, Em, D, C, Am7, Em7, Cmaj7. Das Level dieses Songs ist 3 von 5, also mittleres Level.