Chords for 3 Little Birds

Tempo:
90.2 bpm
Chords used:

A

C#

B

F#

C#m

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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3 Little Birds chords
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I'll put [C#] your records on
I'll be your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
[E]
[D#] I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let [Bm] your hair [A] down
I'll be your [C#] favorite song
You go [G#] ahead, let your hair down
I
[B] [G#m] hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair [F#m] down
I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, [F#] let your hair down
[C#m]
I hope you get your dreams
Three lil' birds talk to me at the same [C#] time
She miserable so she can't even get a FaceTime
I'm tryna focus on putting my pride to the side
Cause I feel if you disrespect me then you gotta [C#m] die
Big top is [F#] riding around with federal cases
Two bracelets, Brody out on federal probation
I'm worn out from my arrest, I know these niggas [A] telling
I know I said that [E] I would change but I just couldn't help it
I'm all in, no [A] white flags, J-Bo fully rocking
When the homie popped the homie, he was out of [Bm] pocket
But blood turned into a bitch, and a snitch
[A] So now it is what it is
Try to [C#] keep the peace before we knock him down
I'm on, been in every [B] corner through the south
I 30 like to [Bm] speak it self, you gotta potty [B] mouth
They free Marley, I just let my nigga hunt it out
[C#m] I'm finna pop another pill, I hate coming down
[F#] Shawty, lil' Max got a step, get drumming on
Cut it to the bitch to fuck with me, I need a band or something
You can cash me out but I ain't finna hold your hand or nothing
Still tripping and pitting, I'm [G#m] talking to the mic
Roll the wood, tryna beat on, tryna clear my mind
They gave my lil' brother [F#m] seven years, he doing half the time
Sorry what I did when I was young, I was tryna [F#] slide
Ooh, tryna slide, he start dropping [A] dimes
On some other shit, [C#m] real rat, he ain't certified
He was eating cheese, real fat, I was [F] young
Told you, no, the gun [B] is real fat
You supposed to be my boy, but you stabbed [F#] me in my back
[A] Nigga, that ain't no brother [G#] shit
Taught you how to step, so little bro [C#] how to up the shit
You a bummy bitch with no cheese on some mummy shit
When I touch my next 10, I might buy a Benz
Black fin, S550, all black kids
I'm so sorry, I'm like that, but I'm not sorry
I'm so [F#m] sorry, I'm [N] like that, but I'm not sorry
I'm so sorry, I'm like that, but I'm not sorry
[C#m] [D#]
[B] [A]
Key:  
A
1231
C#
12341114
B
12341112
F#
134211112
C#m
13421114
A
1231
C#
12341114
B
12341112
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I'll put [C#] your records on
I'll be your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
[E] _ _ _
[D#] _ _ I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let [Bm] your hair [A] down
I'll be your [C#] favorite song
You go [G#] ahead, let your hair down
I _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair [F#m] down
I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, _ [F#] let your hair down
_ _ [C#m]
I hope you get your dreams
Three lil' birds talk to me at the same [C#] time
She miserable so she can't even get a FaceTime
I'm tryna focus on putting my pride to the side
Cause I feel if you disrespect me then you gotta [C#m] die
Big top is [F#] riding around with federal cases
Two bracelets, Brody out on federal probation
I'm worn out from my arrest, I know these niggas [A] telling
I know I said that [E] I would change but I just couldn't help it
I'm all in, no [A] white flags, J-Bo fully rocking
When the homie popped the homie, he was out of [Bm] pocket
But blood turned into a bitch, and a snitch
[A] So now it is what it is
Try to [C#] keep the peace before we knock him down
I'm on, been in every [B] corner through the south
I 30 like to [Bm] speak it self, you gotta potty [B] mouth
They free Marley, I just let my nigga hunt it out
[C#m] I'm finna pop another pill, I hate coming down
[F#] Shawty, lil' Max got a step, get drumming on _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cut it to the bitch to fuck with me, I need a band or something
You can cash me out but I ain't finna hold your hand or nothing
Still tripping and pitting, I'm [G#m] talking to the mic
Roll the wood, tryna beat on, tryna clear my mind
They gave my lil' brother [F#m] seven years, he doing half the time
Sorry what I did when I was young, I was tryna [F#] slide
Ooh, tryna slide, he start dropping [A] dimes
On some other shit, [C#m] real rat, he ain't certified
He was eating cheese, real fat, I was [F] young
Told you, no, the gun [B] is real fat
You supposed to be my boy, but you stabbed [F#] me in my back
_ [A] Nigga, that ain't no brother [G#] shit
Taught you how to step, so little bro [C#] how to up the shit
You a bummy bitch with no cheese on some mummy shit
When I touch my next 10, I might buy a Benz
Black fin, S550, all black kids
I'm so sorry, I'm like that, but I'm not sorry
I'm so [F#m] sorry, I'm [N] like that, but I'm not _ _ _ _ _ sorry
I'm so sorry, I'm like that, but I'm not sorry _
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[C#m] _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _