American Bitches Bloodhound Gang

American Bitches

Bloodhound Gang

Fretty

119
0:00 3:33
Afinación Estándar (E A D G B E)
Compás 4/4
Tonalidad: G
Cejilla:
Sin cejilla
Rasgueo 1

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Letra

[Verse 1]
G                       D                C
 Raise your hand if you like American bitches
                           G
Locked in girl on girl kisses
D          C
 Well, I do
G                          D                 C
 You're just mad you can't score American bitches
                          G
So you're blowing up shit, which
D                  C
 Just goes to prove

[Pre-Chorus]
A         C                  A            G
 That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
D
 Yes,
    C                  A            G
eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
D
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)

[Chorus]
G
 Camping with your bros,
D                           C
 as your playoff beard grows
               A                  G
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
Camping with your bros,
D                           C
 as your playoff beard grows
               A                  Em
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid

[Verse 2]
G
 Trust me holmes,
          D                    C
you would kill for American bitches
                       G
And the freedom of tits if
D              C
 You only knew, whohoo

[Pre-Chorus]
A         C                  A            G
 That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
D
 Yes,
    C                  A            G
eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
D
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)

[Chorus]
G
 Camping with your bros,
D                           C
 as your playoff beard grows
               A                  G
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
Camping with your bros,
D                           C
 as your playoff beard grows
               A                  Em
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid

[Bridge]
C
Come to Infidelphia
    A
And fall in love with the unholy
G
My boy knows this stripper
               D
That looks just like Angelina Jolie
C
Just
Don't bring up
A
 What that club
G
 You belong to does
D
 Dungeons and Dragons

[Chorus]
G
 Camping with your bros,
D                           C
 as your playoff beard grows
               A                  G
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
Camping with your bros,
D                           C
 as your playoff beard grows
               A                  G
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid

[Outro]
                      D               C
Where I come from bras are booby traps
                     A            G
And soft targets have a bikini wax
                      D               C
Where I come from bras are booby traps
                     A
And soft targets have a bikini wax
G                      D               C
 Where I come from bras are booby traps
                     A            G
And soft targets have a bikini wax
                      D               C
Where I come from bras are booby traps
                     A            G
And soft targets have a bikini wax

Compases

[Verse 1]
| G | D | C | - |
| G | D | C | - |
| G | D | C | - |
| G | D | C |

Raise your hand if you like American bitches
Locked in girl on girl kisses
Well, I do
You're just mad you can't score American bitches
So you're blowing up shit, which
Just goes to prove

[Pre-Chorus]
            | A |
| C | A | G | D |
| C | A | G | D |
| - |

That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes,
eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)

[Chorus]
    | G  | D | C |
| A | G  | D | C |
| A | Em | - |

Camping with your bros,
as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
Camping with your bros,
as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid

[Verse 2]
            | G |
| D | C | - | G |
| D | C |

Trust me holmes,
you would kill for American bitches
And the freedom of tits if
You only knew, whohoo

[Pre-Chorus]
        | A | C |
| A | G | D | C |
| A | G | D | - |

That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes,
eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)

[Chorus]
| G  | D | C | A |
| G  | D | C | A |
| Em | - |

Camping with your bros,
as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
Camping with your bros,
as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid

[Bridge]
        | C | - |
| A | - | G | - |
| D | - | C | - |
| A | - | G | - |
| D | - |

Come to Infidelphia
And fall in love with the unholy
My boy knows this stripper
That looks just like Angelina Jolie
Just
Don't bring up
What that club
You belong to does
Dungeons and Dragons

[Chorus]
        | G | D |
| C | A | G | D |
| C | A | G |

Camping with your bros,
as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
Camping with your bros,
as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid

[Outro]
            | D |
| C | A | G | D |
| C | A | G | D |
| C | A | G | D |
| C | A | G |

Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax

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