Throwed chords by Louyah
Guitar chords with lyrics
Verse 1: Gm G Driving in a fast car C C All my homies ridin’ with me Gm G Got the location C C When I got to town they know my name Gm G Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane C C I need a jean short baddie with a farmers tan Gm G Know she’s five foot nothing but I’m lovin’ her twang C C I got a fire in my belly and it’s numbing my pain
Chorus:
Gm G
I’m throwed
I’m throwed
C C
No cups drinking out the bottle
Gm G
I’m throwed
I’m throwed
C C
No cups drinking out the bottle
Verse 2:
Gm G
I’ve been going crazy for minute
C C
And my pick up rims spinnin’ your way
Gm G
You know it’s all paid for tractor
C C
And a stable you know she want me
Gm G
I’m getting lost in her rhythm I tried to flip the position
C C
And then she went and put me in my place
Gm G
And now she whiskey I’m sippin’ just taste a little bit
C C
Better but imma finish every drop either way
Gm G
Driving in a fast car
C C
All my homies ridin’ with me
Gm G
Got the location
C C
When I got to town they know my name
Gm G
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
C C
I need a jean short baddie with a farmers tan
Gm G
Know she’s five foot nothing but I’m lovin’ her twang
C C
I got a fire in my belly and it’s numbing my pain
Chorus:
Gm G
I’m throwed
I’m throwed
C C
No cups drinking out the bottle
Gm G
I’m throwed
I’m throwed
C C
No cups drinking out the bottle
Verse 3:
Gm G
I’m gone so gone but I ain’t even leave
C C
Jacky whispered in my ear son you probably should stay
Gm G
She got me all reved up running every red light
C C
I’m ready to whenever you just give me the sign
Gm G
The liquor giving them a backbone
C C
Told me leave my keys and cup and Go home
Gm G
Well I don’t need your advice I’m looking for
C C
The after party and I’m going all night
Gm G C C
Oh, she’s like a red hot fire but her daddy said he’s kille me
Gm G C C
Ph, but I hit like luke cause I’m driving like bo
Gm G
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
C C
I need a jean short baddie with a farmers tan
Gm G
Know she’s five foot nothing but I’m lovin’ her twang
C C
I got a fire in my belly and it’s numbing my pain
Gm G
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
C C
I need a jean short baddie with a farmers tan
Gm G
Know she’s five foot nothing but I’m lovin’ her twang
C C
I got a fire in my belly and it’s numbing my pain
Outro:
Gm G
I’m throwed
I’m throwed
C C
No cups drinking out the bottle
Gm G
I’m throwed
I’m throwed
C C
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