Chords for ISLAND GANG - WATCHU FAWKA MUSIC VIDEO

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[C] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm the biggest [Am] boss that you've seen thus [C] far.
Island gang,
mother [G] **** y'all know who we are.
Yes, sir.
We don't lollygag
when I try to blast it up with your **** in a body bag.
I'm
gripping [Am] the tech.
You're clicking.
Wait, this is more
than just [A] music.
I dip on my set.
They hating cuz the jag
that I whip.
Big game.
Get [G] dreamed and I'm tagging your
**** Yeah, [Am] I got a swag that is [C] sick.
No joke.
You could get
smoked like a bag of the [G] **** I'm sick **** I got snot nose.
I do damage in the streets like [B] potholes.
Yeah, [Am] we don't play
around mother [C] **** Remember, hands [B] up, chin down,
mother [G] **** What **** What you like boy?
Like **** That's
[B] alright boy.
Cuz if I [Am] catch you with the [C] night boy, I'm your
[B] life boy.
No mess [G] with me.
What's up?
What you **** I'm a
**** like I was your [B] father.
Call your [Am] cousin.
Call your
[C] brother.
You a [B] **** like your [G] mother.
Nowadays, a lot of
dudes trying to harm me but I don't fear no one.
I roll with
God's army.
Purple like [Am] Barney.
Goons that'll [C] diss you.
No
tongue [A] involvement when I say they'll [G] lick you.
You ain't a
gunner.
You a front about the hollow tips.
You don't drop
clips.
All you do is pop **** No make a lot of [Am] that before I
squeeze like [C] that.
All it takes is one [Ab] shot to push your way
from [G] back.
Air loads frozen.
I rock the best boulders.
When I
talk about scraps, I ain't talking leftovers.
My chest
[Am] colder.
Thanks to the [C] icy chain.
It's flat [B] season.
I'm
always copping [G] pricey things like the blue beamer.
Maybe a
two seater with a few heaters the size of two liters.
[Am] It's a
sound when [C] the heat spark.
I'm [A] always in the hood like a
**** [G] street part.
What **** What you like boy?
Like ****
that's [B] alright boy.
Cuz if I [Am] text you, whisky [C] night boy.
On
your [B] life boy.
No messing [G] with me.
Sup?
What you **** I'm a
**** like I was your [B] father.
Call your [Am] cousin.
Call your
[C] brother.
You a [B] **** like your [G] mother.
**** call your brother
and your father.
If you talking about beef, **** I'm a
**** [B] louder.
I come from the [Am] gutter **** check my [C] wilder.
If
death is on your [B] menu then I can take you [G] out and put you
out of outer.
**** you don't want none.
I'm a street little
**** call me H1.
Mister [Am] Gatton like TI with a [C] mag 10 and after
[B] this last line I'm gonna [G] rap it.
Okay, I lied but don't let
me pop up on your hood like surprise.
[B] Hi, what you like
[Am] **** Ever the white night we here [E] **** So here [G] **** By the
**** I got two more brothers who will put you under covers
for nothing and [B] I will do the same.
They [Am] just gotta call my
[C] name and whoever ain't [B] family getting two to the [G] brain, man.
What **** What you like boy?
Like **** that's [B] alright boy.
Cuz if I [Am] text you, whisky [C] night boy.
On your [B] life boy.
No
messing [G] with me.
Sup?
What you **** I'm a **** like I was your
[B] father.
Call your [Am] cousin.
Call your [C] brother.
You a [B] **** like
your [G] mother. _ _ _
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[C] _ _ [B] _ [Am] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
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[C] _ _ [B] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [D]
Whoa.
Knockout. _ _ _ _ _
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