Drake – Slime You Out (Guitar)

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

      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

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?