Childish Gambino - Do Ya Like Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Bm9 Em9 A A

Enjoy. Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Childish Gambino got that swagger All these pussy niggas ‘round here don’t matter All that I know is that I wanna dance with ya Move in closer before I gonna kiss ya Know that you know me Don’t act stupid You seem different Tired of these groupies I’m on fire, won’t find figga Got big shots sayin’, “That’s that nigga” HOV-y with glasses, Weezy but geeky Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah, I love these hoes And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes Yes, I’m always on tour, whatcha mad at that fo’? Slammin’ that thing like a Cadillac do’ I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Have your cake and eat it, baby, it’s your birthday Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh It ain’t trickin’ if “you know” Baby, I “you know” Mama, you are with the Reitman, Juno Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh Yes, I’m drinking whiskey Baby, I am gone tonight NBC is not the only thing I’m comin’ on tonight Gross, why the fuck I say these things? It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond These weak niggas always in your face like Ray-Bans Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, f-fireman Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina Tell your boy good luck tryin’ to find ya Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

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