Kano - 3 Wheel-ups (feat. Giggs) Chords

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_ _ That's a real OG.
[Eb] Oh, yeah.
I said O-T [Ebm]-V-E-E.
That's a real OG.
My reload ting.
Pop, pop, pop.
That's a reload ting.
But when I say SK, know in the house, everybody knows that's a reload ting.
If you've been shooting, then I'm on the front way back. What?
And you ain't on a key load ting?
I don't want to hear about cunts and food and things.
Man, don't do those things.
On tag, footy, what I'm saying, innit?
So all them guys know shit's fire, innit?
If you be real, then you grind, innit?
That postcode, that's off-signed, innit?
Madman for which part?
Them and them witchcraft.
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_ _ _ Them and them witchcraft.
Them and them witchcraft.
Them and them witchcraft.
Them and them witchcraft.
Them and them witchcraft.
Them and them witchcraft.
[Eb] Them [Ebm] _
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_ Them _ _ and them _ [Eb] witchcraft.
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Nigga's in a act, we back them up, not a game, even if it's back to back, them up
Bitch, I'm under the mat, I match it up, up, and I'm with the bats, I patched it up, up
Sitting in the trap, I crack the cup, I'm sitting in the cap, I'm crack the cup, uh
Silly [Bbm] with the mop, I match them up, yeah, I hit him [Ebm] with the bat, then back the top
So, Ghali, you so thick, gay, hollow, Keefo, pimp
Can't look beside him when [Eb] the nigga bleep those tints
Faded to the way, [Ebm] better leave those tints
Had a little bass, he better leave those synths
They say me with the clip, I'm gonna teach those chimps
Might not put it on him [Eb] when we see those rims
So I'm finished with the little [Ebm] nigga, he so went
He so thick, so king, and he's no prince
And they pat, pat, pat, peeping, and they leave no prints
I said, that, that, that, that's me, and yes, he so skint
I'm in the mid, rats 350 with Clark, let beef go mince
If you don't look after your own, you boy, you're not a direct rude boy
And you're in district, popping that goose, boy, you're not a direct rude boy
One fish, just four brand new, Gucci boy, and you man can't get a new toy
[Fm] That's for got mans beating, just breed, and sent [Ebm] me a direct rude boy
Sixteen bars and a fifth, might just upset a mans lyric
Take this ten to the neck, and just show, see man with it
Castros, everything around, and it's worth it, by method, manly wreck
[F] Here I'm from deep in the east, but I do [Ebm] my nigga man with it
Yeah, I said it, yeah, yeah, I said it, chicks, we get it
Shake a lick it, that liquor, fill it, nah, I go make it
Rest his head in that man's spaghetti
You, dem a menace, not unlike Dennis
Man got straps, they need, you got credit
You put crabs [Fm] to whip, you to lick it
And run from pigs, [Ebm] don't even watch Pepper
Bro, go get out, geese, don't get out
Geese, it need excitement, skinner
Don't listen to violence, no, never
Man, just start a fight, let's go figure
Eat my food before man eat dinner
Bust that booze, and rum, then drink liquor
Mmm, [F] lift that kicks, [Ebm] you got for my nigga
Three wheel ups in a row, that means I'm a direct rude boy
Two two-yaps on my own, that means I'm a direct rude boy
Man can't pull out my phone, then walk like a direct rude boy
[Eb] One side back, and I slowly don't make [Ebm] you a direct rude boy
Can't tell him not, now mutton, then pass through the block
Link to a ski, red cups, got the cover to the jungle
I move with the original nuts, and I say
Man, man, fly out for the summer
Lick through, see where you runnin'
Shut down, see my mind, shutters
Couple wheel ups, butter, nuttin'
Boil [Bm] him quick, I keep it 100
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