Chords for Bounty Killer - Benz & Bimma | Official Music Video

Yo relax your soul like Clark from England
These pepper-rich brothers is back, gun cocked
With they jury swinging, palaveron
We get laced in the Avalon
Runnin' the Dutch, man, Abadon, Don, Carillon
These scandalous brothers are tramp with us
Fake and get blank with us
Bounty and Chef don't [Fm] even sample this
None of us, boy, them y'all look like some Benz
Some Lexus, some [C] Benz, the Jeep with the car _ _ _ _
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Spring and summer, none of us
One of us had a big bad bounty killer
And them should know, tell em' off
Well, well, call them all the fears
And them all the bigger
Remind me of it, _ _ _ so I'll be fair
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_ Like some boy need some kinds of friends _
_ _ _ _ _ Humanism or some, now pretend me a pretend
Boy, you have _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ to be the chef and make the tongue get swell
With y'all the nastro flow, you never get sell
The killer said, what about fire, Michelle?
We said, call them all the fears
And them all the bigger
Remind me of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ it, so I'll be fair
With the fears and the y'all, them roll like a _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ And the y'all _ mountain, [Abm] pronounce it, what fear?
You, Mr.
Bongolo, from British _ _ _ _ country
We said, call them all the fears
And them all the bigger _ _ _
_ _ _ So I'll be fair, would be my pleasure
See some boys so slightly golden, I'm a treasure
And then you step, call them all the fears
And them all the bigger _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Would be my pleasure, see some boys so slightly golden
I'm a treasure, and when we step
You see that 38 front
With y'all them looks, oh, them look like a horn, you bent
See things we keep with first class street friends
Things are first move, need no high friends
Them intelligent with a smooth accent
Them dress normal, true, them well-descended
Generosity, a whole heap of patience
And when them in a decode, they got
_ _ _ _ The fears, and them all the bigger
Remind me of the bends
With _ _ _ _ _ the micro-dust, with the precious like the gold
Them a' me treasure, the killer said
Y'all them make me more defense
Them look like some Lexus, some be mine, some ends
Good body, tell me, want to feed to me hands
One that eat some punk, need some contract [Eb] lens
Come and taste all them words, and then me go and _ _ _ _ _ _ talk like style
I'll trace the golden, outside we _ just get hell
From a dog in the ship, I make the punkheads swell
Me gal your nose so blow, me gal your nose so
The killer said, everybody style me shell, [Ab] me say
Y'all them all the fears
And them all the bigger
Remind me of the _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
bends _ _ _ _ _ _