East Atlanta Love Letter chords by 6LACK

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:
Cm Gm Fm
     Cm Gm Fm
Freebandz

6LACK, yeah


Verse 1:
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Curiosity been at an all-time high in the tree tops
Cm           Gm            Fm
I remix your life like cut cocaine and it's a re-rock
Cm             Gm             Fm
Ain't been wanting much lately, no, 'cause you're my detox
Cm          Gm              Fm
Repeat, run it back, one more time, 'til we hit the, sweet spot

Pre-Chorus:
        Cm      Gm          Fm
Bet if we make love like we always knew each other (yeah)
          Cm          Gm          Fm
You'd be searching far and wide but you wouldn't want another
         Cm Gm Fm           Cm Gm
Does it make you happy? If so, that's what I'm on
            Fm
I'll be at it till your troubles are gone


Chorus:
           Cm
It's an East Atlanta Love Letter
        Gm
Who gon' love better?
         Fm
Nobody because I say so
       Fm
And my words hit like a Draco (Draco)
Cm Gm Fm
Oh, oh
N.C         Cm
It's an East Atlanta Love Letter
       Gm
Who gon' love better?
         Fm
Nobody because I say so
       Fm
And my words hit like a Draco

Cm Gm

Break:
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Curi-osi-ty


Verse 2:

Cm          Gm            Fm
Curiosity been at an all-time high in the tree tops
Cm           Gm            Fm
I remix your lovee like cut cocaine and it's a re-rock
Cm             Gm             Fm
Ain't been wanting much lately, no, 'cause you're my detox
Cm          Gm              Fm
Repeat, run it back, one more time, 'til we hit the, sweet spot


Pre-Chorus:

        Cm      Gm          Fm
But if we make love like we always knew each other (yeah)
          Cm          Gm          Fm
You'd be searching far and wide but you wouldn't want another
         Cm Gm Fm           Cm Gm
Does it make you happy? If so, that's what I'm on
            Fm
I'll be at it till your troubles are gone


Chorus:

           Cm
It's an East Atlanta Love Letter
        Gm
Who gon' love better?
         Fm
Nobody because I say so
       Fm
And my words hit like a Draco (Draco)


Verse 3:
Cm
Coming from the bottom of the mud (concrete)
Gm
Concrete filled up with blood
Fm
Extended clip, no pea coat
Fm
Big pimp, damn, that hoe
Cm
Piss po' head to toe (yeah, yeah)
Gm
Forty-four, let it go (let it go)
Fm
Patek, Patek, icy cold (let it go)
Fm
Pink diamonds, what's up
Cm     Gm
This is a zone six stick up
Fm
Come through, everything get hit up

Outro:
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