🎸 Slime You Out chords by Drake

• Capo on 1st
• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: Dm

♫ Intro:

Am Em

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)


♫ Verse 1:
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


♫ Verse 2:
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

Cmaj7 D Am7


♫ Verse 3:
   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
Cmaj7

N.C.

Am7
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?

Cmaj7 D


♫ Outro:
Am7 Cmaj7