Chords for Tommy Lee ft Vybz Kartel - Chop Chop (Music Video) ft Shawn Storm

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_ _ _ Hey boy, you fi brave now, get your if you're afraid
And it made me kind, it was fine
But it bother you, it was black
So I'm trapped, it made me mad
Cause the boy make me feel like that
So you can't take night from the bright side
And I'm not fine, I'm pressured
Somebody buy me, so I can feel alive
So look real, high five
Look, you fi brave now, get your if you're afraid
Hey boy, you fi brave now, get your if you're afraid
Bullets gone, I'm going, I'm gonna have some grenades
Hey boy, you fi brave now, get your if you're afraid
You fi brave, girl, your pussy you go pay
If you want no good, get out, you a fi DJ
Hey girl, you fi brave, [C#] girl, your pussy never shave
If you want no good, get out, you [Fm] a fi DJ
You build the fire, all the greed and Dr.
Vardigan
All dem want fi test with me, I the star and dem a the guardian
You di know, I did a di digital scale of all
You take, no for dem boy, you now no rain start to under
Baby run, di go for girls and rain a fall
I did a di thing, you win me 68, it's rain a fall
Me not trust people, remember Saul, no win me my ball
Out in the cold [C#] boss, a nigga make him, me never [Fm] fall
Deep in the dark, its dark, waken
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shot, so Bonnie Bonniewick I'm sure dem feel alright
_ See dem badness and a all that
Blue steel, gold chalk, white carcass
Body spread up on the hot doors
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Sound the break ya soul, not even for freaks to call
Gahs around the place, we all fool still, you know
Some rascalot, rifle locklot, two clip tape up his thigh, f'lil yard
Boris, not even the hifes, sutter, lift, white killer bring the knife to your heart
Wise choice, me colleague, round up the killer, then drive me tattling
Pull up a ya foot, now [C#] try and make a sprint, three day late, when dem [Fm] fight, we must think
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