Chords for Isagi Rap || Blue Lock by Shwabadi ft. Breeton Boi

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[B] _ _ _ Hey, yeah, [C] okay, [B] okay.
_ Yeah, y'all know the drill at this point.
Come on.
_ Hey _
Brian body we back just to kick it like the weed drop to track me the listen a click of an air welcome back to the
Britain's don't play no games
I [C] just handle my [B] business handle my business cuz I handle a mental bros no code
But he's done judgmental counter-attacking this man's too vengeful for [G] four to better run [B] down
So for four to mana to a top Brian body [G] attacking shooting [B] shot a no-plan be the plan B
The [G] fabric of law [B] and I know that they hate what we do
Wait, are we move [C] quick kiddo one to [B] see him in space and I'm sliding him through
He's right on the ball
[G] He knows what to do [Bb] if you pass it to me hit the back of the net you all talk when you back on the net
If I'm moving it forward you back to the net one of my bitch you a bachelor rest, bro
Was your team gone name up like to slip in the speed on I'm too salty smoother than D
John not on the pitch you a bitch you [B] don't be long
[Bb] _ Go get the best.
It's about to get messy been on the ball.
I can't nobody press
Your soul appalling ain't no one impressed me.
I'll hit that boy with two four five
I know they said he's gonna play both sides hit a clutch one touch
Then it's go time as you do not gonna make it to the goal line [B] Okay
_ _ Monster in me.
[G] I'm about to let [B] it free
It's all fun and games [C] until they see [B] the beast
I'm gonna do it on my own bro.
Fuck your team
It's on me.
It's on me.
It's on me
_ That's a hat trick damn kid put him while preaching of practice madness
No, the team bitch cuz they like this tactics in the [C] clean kit looking much [B] before going over his head like a matchup
So sure this shit keep him she kept it
trying to see me so I'll be a captain and I think you're [C] international like the cab [B] me where the second matches after that my
Ego, so I'm teaming up _ _
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[B] Off his line quick chip think they keep us lost make a world-class call from a decent class
I'm spinning with right to the keep his gloves.
He thought he [C] was just a piece [Bb] of butt where
Pull this car like referee and nasty bread Imagine me
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[Bb] Cordon movement walking hypertext for the cruiser strike the fighter jets still don't pitch leave marks a tire tray everything
We do is like a damn panoramic vision scan the score could go to and then I've done the shot if they want to score
Well cannons, huh?
It's like Maradona hand of God kicks the gun down the aim like marksman who was movers think I had his palm
We're making plays created by the night read the beast to [B] feel the teeth like Suarez
_ _ Monster in me.
[G] I'm about to let [B] it free
It's all fun and games [C] until they see [B] the beast _ I'ma do it on my own bro.
Fuck it team
_ It's on me.
It's on me.
It's on me
_ Monster in me.
I'm about to let it free
It's all fun and games [C] until they see [B] the beast
_ I'ma do it on my own bro.
Fuck it team
_ It's on me.
It's [E] on me.
It's on me _ _ _ _ _ _
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