Peaky Blinders Chords by Silky

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_ _ _ I think twice before you make your move there's not a man that can step on my shoes
I still act like I got nothing [D] to lose [Gm] and they all talk gangs until one's in the
I can see straight through them, they're [Eb] pretenders They are not about Benz arm blenders
[B] Hydraulic 10 ton [Gm] pressers They are not about loading up on weapons
They are not about teaching boys lessons Gloved up in SQ7s
Holding 38 [Dm] Smith & [Gm] Wessons And how 36 used to cost 27
My team are family, not friends We will stand strong to the end
I keep a big sword, not [Am] 410 For [Eb] them fuckboys that think [Gm] like they're
men What [F] you saying my boy, what you telling [Gm] me?
Pops trying to bop me, ain't got the pedigree We [C] go peaky, blinders [A] on the [Gm] enemies
Ram them off the road in the Cherokee What you saying my boy, what you telling me?
Pops trying to bop me, ain't got the pedigree We go peaky, blinders on the enemies
Ram them off the road in the Cherokee
They buy Nokias and think [Dm] they're ballers [Gm] Our ain't close moves, packs through borders
These softboys know they can't war us We wear gloves to drive high performance
They [Eb] already know that we're flyfellas Come through Rolex Sky-Dwellers
Doing work cuzzy, now the line's [Gm] better Started from the bottom, now the sky's better
36 [Eb] Zeds in a whole one Ram your enemies with a shotgun
Bang to rice but never own up Still got [Gm] my guns, I never sold none
B53 might pull up in a Black Benz 38 snub-nosed, fuck a Mac-10
Them boy pagan, I [G] can't stand them I turn up with [Gm] like 30 of them man them
What [D] you saying my boy, what you telling [Em] me?
[Gm] Pops trying to bop me, ain't got the pedigree
We go [Eb] peaky, blinders on [A] the [Gm] enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee
What [Fm] you saying my boy, what you telling [Gm] me?
Pops trying to bop me, ain't got the pedigree
We [Cm] go peaky, blinders on the [Gm] enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee
They stand behind us, we protect them They stand beside us, we respect them
If they stand in front of me, I get a Cherokee Jeep And I won't stop ramming till we get them
And I've gone from nothing after something Cold nights but I never stop hustling
And I've grafted every street [Bm] round London Real [G] recognized, real [Cm] so we salute [Gm] Dublin
What you saying my [A] boy, what you telling [Gm] me?
Pops trying to bop me, ain't got the pedigree
We go peaky, blinders on the enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee
What [D] you saying my boy, what you telling me?
[Gm] Pops trying to bop me, ain't got the pedigree
We go [C] peaky, [A] blinders on the enemies Ram them off [Gm] the road in the Cherokee _ _ _ _
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