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Chord Gitar Sueco - Motel 666

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Tanpa perlu muter-muter cari panduan yang bikin bingung, di sini kamu bisa langsung menemukan chord gitar Motel 666 yang dipopulerkan oleh Sueco. Kami memastikan format tampilannya rapi dan mudah dibaca lewat layar HP maupun laptop. Pilihan akordnya sangat aman buat jari-jari yang belum terbiasa dengan kunci keras. Tak usah buang waktu lagi, siapkan gitarmu dan mari kita mulai genjrengan lagu ini bersama-sama!

Chord yang digunakan:
35 px/detik
Intro : F Am F Am
[spoke]
i'm very proud of you
315 we doin' this shit,
we gon' change the world
proud of you, motherfucker

Reff :
            F                Am
 things ran dry, no blood to bleed
               F
 gave you everything
                  Am
 then you fuckin' leave

                   F            Am
 i don't want your goddamn apology
                F
 blew the whole bag,
                  E
 put the blame on me..
 put the blame on me

Int. F Am F C
     F Am F E

                (F)
blew the whole advance,
              (Am)
i went back to broke
      F        C
motel 6 feet below
              F
spent it on a chain
             Am
and designer clothes
               F
nothin' in the bank,
               (C)
but i still got hoes

                 F
i spent it on my old friends
      Am                          F
never mix business with emotions, uh
            C
backstabbed by the ones
                F
i kept closest, uh
            Am
hit the potion, three-wheel motion
F             C
yeah, my luck ran short, gary coleman

Int. F Am F E
[spoke]
ayy, twelve bands,
run and stack that, yeah, yeah

Reff :
            F                Am
 things ran dry, no blood to bleed
               F
 gave you everything
                  Am
 then you fuckin' leave

                   F            Am
 i don't want your goddamn apology
                F
 blew the whole bag,
                  E
 put the blame on me..

F          Am
 everybody kept callin',
                   F
i had to change my line
          C
don't ask how i'm doin'
                     F
cause i'm doin' just fine
        Am
feel it in my chest,
              F
feel it in my spine
                   E
goin' through with drawals,
                 (F)
i got money on my mind

Int. F Am F E
[spoke]
ayy, twelve bands,
run and stack that,
stack that, stack that

Reff :
            F                Am
 things ran dry, no blood to bleed
               F
 gave you everything
                  Am
 then you fuckin' leave

                   F            Am
 i don't want your goddamn apology
                F
 blew the whole bag,
                  E
 put the blame on me..

            F                Am
 things ran dry, no blood to bleed
               F
 gave you everything
                  Am
 then you fuckin' leave

                   F            Am
 i don't want your goddamn apology
                F
 blew the whole bag,
                  E
 put the blame on me..

F    Am   F       Am
oh.. oh.. oh.. oh oh..
F    Am   Dm   E
oh.. oh.. oh.. oh..
(one, two, one, two, three, go)

Int. Am D# Am F-E
     Am G F..

Am
 get the fuck out my face, lil' bitch
i'ma come back hard
                Am
and write on my wrist
no more handouts, i ain't givin' shit
suck my dick

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===ORIGINAL CHORD===
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Intro : F# A#m F# A#m
[spoke]
i'm very proud of you
315 we doin' this shit,
we gon' change the world
proud of you, motherfucker

Reff :
            F#               A#m
 things ran dry, no blood to bleed
               F#
 gave you everything
                  A#m
 then you fuckin' leave

                   F#           A#m
 i don't want your goddamn apology
                F#
 blew the whole bag,
                  F
 put the blame on me..
 put the blame on me

Int. F# A#m F# C#
     F# A#m F# F

                (F#)
blew the whole advance,
              (A#m)
i went back to broke
      F#       C#
motel 6 feet below
              F#
spent it on a chain
             A#m
and designer clothes
               F#
nothin' in the bank,
               (C#)
but i still got hoes

                 F#
i spent it on my old friends
      A#m                         F#
never mix business with emotions, uh
            C#
backstabbed by the ones
                F#
i kept closest, uh
            A#m
hit the potion, three-wheel motion
F#            C#
yeah, my luck ran short, gary coleman

Int. F# A#m F# F
[spoke]
ayy, twelve bands,
run and stack that, yeah, yeah

Reff :
            F#               A#m
 things ran dry, no blood to bleed
               F#
 gave you everything
                  A#m
 then you fuckin' leave

                   F#           A#m
 i don't want your goddamn apology
                F#
 blew the whole bag,
                  F
 put the blame on me..

F#         A#m
 everybody kept callin',
                   F#
i had to change my line
          C#
don't ask how i'm doin'
                     F#
cause i'm doin' just fine
        A#m
feel it in my chest,
              F#
feel it in my spine
                   F
goin' through with drawals,
                 (F#)
i got money on my mind

Int. F# A#m F# F
[spoke]
ayy, twelve bands,
run and stack that,
stack that, stack that

Reff :
            F#               A#m
 things ran dry, no blood to bleed
               F#
 gave you everything
                  A#m
 then you fuckin' leave

                   F#           A#m
 i don't want your goddamn apology
                F#
 blew the whole bag,
                  F
 put the blame on me..

            F#               A#m
 things ran dry, no blood to bleed
               F#
 gave you everything
                  A#m
 then you fuckin' leave

                   F#           A#m
 i don't want your goddamn apology
                F#
 blew the whole bag,
                  F
 put the blame on me..

F#   A#m  F#      A#m
oh.. oh.. oh.. oh oh..
F#   A#m  D#m  F
oh.. oh.. oh.. oh..
(one, two, one, two, three, go)

Int. A#m E A#m F#-F
     A#m G# F#..

A#m
 get the fuck out my face, lil' bitch
i'ma come back hard
                A#m
and write on my wrist
no more handouts, i ain't givin' shit
suck my dick

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