Chords for Conor McGregor Original Walkout Song

_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] From _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Easter Road _ _ to a city fair _ _ _
_ _ _ _ There _ _ _ _ are mob [B] _ _ _
_ _ in squadrons past
_ _ _ _ _ No [Bm] pipe did _ hum _ [Em] the _ _ drum
And _ _ _ _ the [B] water's _ _ all [Bm] dry
_ [B] _ _ _ But the _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A]
sea's white
_ _ _ _ [B]
And I'm _ the foggy [B] dude
_ _ _ _ [E] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, come on
Hot, thicker than your average
I'm a twist cabbage on food stink
Biggers don't make shit stink
Big dittas, my Detroit players
Pimps for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, get the head right, Biggie there, every night
Poppa been smooth since days of under room
Never lose, over choose to, [D] bruise [E] who's who
Do something to us, talk those newers
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us?
Yeah, Poppa and Pop
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick to clutch
Yeah, I squeeze free at your Cherry M3
Bang every MC easily
We should leave, niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin'
So I just speak my piece, [D] speak your [E] piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece, [Em] with my piece
Askin' who want it, Detroit [E] nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we want it
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, [D] can't you [E] see
Sometimes your words is hypnotizing me
And I just love your flashy ways
This is why the broke in your so key
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see
Sometimes your words is hypnotizing me
And I just love your flashy ways
This is why the broke in your so key
I put O's in NY, R to [D] DKNY
[E] Miami DC, prefer Versace
All finney hoes, know it's Moschino
Every cutie with the booty, more the Gucci
Now who's the real [E] dookie, meaning who's [D] really the shit
[E] Them niggas rock dicks, Frank White pussy sticks
All the lexes, slalex, more on the hat
Bulletproof glass tips if I want some acts
Gone blast, squeeze hoes, ask [D] questions Latin
[E] That's how most of these so called gangsters pass
That's why a nigga rap about blunts and bras
Kits and bras, menage a trois
Sex inexpensive cars, I still leave you on the page
Condo pit floor, no car payment
At my awning, no corded cleaning
Your daughter's tied up in the Brooklyn basement
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy
Richer than Richard, so you niggas come and get me
Biggie, biggie, biggie, can't you see
Sometimes your voice just hypnotize me
And I just love your [D] flashy ways
[E] Guess it's why they broke in your soul
Biggie, biggie, biggie, can't you see
Sometimes your voice just hypnotize me
And I just love your [D] flashy ways
[E] Guess it's why they broke in your soul
I can feel you with real millionaire shit
That's called gold, my car gold
160, Swiftly, brought you by your new one
The crew run, run, run, the crew run, run
I know you, sick of this lame brand
Nigga with flows, girl stay heat
Sweet like nigga with slow
Kick with this nigga, [D] it's easy
[E] Girlfriend, it's a bitch
Call me round ten, come through
Have sex on ruffs, that's perfect
Come up to your job, hit you while you're working
For certain, I'ma freak [D] it, not [E] speak it
Leave that ass sneaking like rapper Demo
Tell em boys, take their clothes off, slow it
Hit em with the force like Obie
Dig black like Kobe, watch me roam like Romy
[D] Lucky they don't [E] owe me, with the six, show me
Poor man, poor man _
Can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your [D] flashy [E] ways
Guess it's why they broke in your soul _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
Can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And I just love your [D] flashy [E] wigs
Guess that's why they broke in your soul
Baby, baby, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your