Chords for Tory Lanez - Broke Leg Feat. Quavo & Tyga [Official Video]
Tempo:
100.7 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
Bb
Ab
C
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[Ab] [Fm] [Db]
[Ab] [Fm]
I
Told her drop that ass he came no more
Shut that ass up and down like you're laying with bro
Say that big old booty girl and scrub the ground you fuck with a real nigga when it's those without you know
I'll be like you ain't been it though.
No listen to a pain funny
[C]
[Fm]
Oh
Booty girl scrub the ground fuck with a real nigga when it's those that said you working with some man shit some man shit
Make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag in the tag in fuck a nigga like yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, though?
What's up?
It's a hunch?
Oh, I'm gonna let cash go bitch
You already know how my gang roll they pull up.
We turn it to the stripper ball
She with the shit can she do it with the stick with it, but now I can she do it on a split
Fuck it flew down you on your first trip.
Oh, I can't talk out to know you still and
Say oh looking good with your bitch rock out to June in the summertime.
We need pop up balloons
It's your birthday bitch.
Oh the rich niggas want to say this bitch
Okay, no more shut that ass up and down like you're laying with bro
Say that big old booty girl and scrub the ground you fuck with a real nigga when it's those
I said you're working with some man shit some man shit make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag
In the tag in fuck a nigga like yeah, yeah, yeah
You know who she called when she flew in the town
She told me she would never fuck with me look at her now
I got the Lambo sitting low bitch scraping the grass and my diamond soul.
I would guess thing like a bill
I got your hookah on the cell and I'm pepper for real
Any bitches love me cuz I ain't kissing if I ever make a wish I ain't wishing well
So just so some cloud you ain't never said he robbed prevail telling their seashell big ice on my cross devil got no chill
We've been fucking for a year.
I ain't even in my [C] feels.
I've been balling 10 years.
You ain't even on the [Fm] field
Some man shit make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag in the tag
Fuck a nigga like yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah
[Bb]
[Ab] [Fm] [Db]
[Ab] [Fm]
I
Told her drop that ass he came no more
Shut that ass up and down like you're laying with bro
Say that big old booty girl and scrub the ground you fuck with a real nigga when it's those without you know
I'll be like you ain't been it though.
No listen to a pain funny
[C]
[Fm]
Oh
Booty girl scrub the ground fuck with a real nigga when it's those that said you working with some man shit some man shit
Make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag in the tag in fuck a nigga like yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, though?
What's up?
It's a hunch?
Oh, I'm gonna let cash go bitch
You already know how my gang roll they pull up.
We turn it to the stripper ball
She with the shit can she do it with the stick with it, but now I can she do it on a split
Fuck it flew down you on your first trip.
Oh, I can't talk out to know you still and
Say oh looking good with your bitch rock out to June in the summertime.
We need pop up balloons
It's your birthday bitch.
Oh the rich niggas want to say this bitch
Okay, no more shut that ass up and down like you're laying with bro
Say that big old booty girl and scrub the ground you fuck with a real nigga when it's those
I said you're working with some man shit some man shit make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag
In the tag in fuck a nigga like yeah, yeah, yeah
You know who she called when she flew in the town
She told me she would never fuck with me look at her now
I got the Lambo sitting low bitch scraping the grass and my diamond soul.
I would guess thing like a bill
I got your hookah on the cell and I'm pepper for real
Any bitches love me cuz I ain't kissing if I ever make a wish I ain't wishing well
So just so some cloud you ain't never said he robbed prevail telling their seashell big ice on my cross devil got no chill
We've been fucking for a year.
I ain't even in my [C] feels.
I've been balling 10 years.
You ain't even on the [Fm] field
Some man shit make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag in the tag
Fuck a nigga like yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah
[Bb]
Key:
Fm
Bb
Ab
C
Db
Fm
Bb
Ab
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_ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
I
Told her drop that ass he came no more
Shut that ass up and down like you're laying with bro
Say that big old booty girl and scrub the ground you fuck with a real nigga when it's those without you know
I'll be like you ain't been it though.
No listen to a pain funny _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh
Booty girl scrub the ground fuck with a real nigga when it's those that said you working with some man shit some man shit
Make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag in the tag in fuck a nigga like yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, though?
What's up?
It's a hunch?
Oh, I'm gonna let cash go bitch
You already know how my gang roll they pull up.
We turn it to the stripper ball
She with the shit can she do it with the stick with it, but now I can she do it on a split
Fuck it flew down you on your first trip.
Oh, I can't talk out to know you still and
Say oh looking good with your bitch rock out to June in the summertime.
We need pop up balloons
It's your birthday bitch.
Oh the rich niggas want to say this bitch
_ Okay, no more shut that ass up and down like you're laying with bro
Say that big old booty girl and scrub the ground you fuck with a real nigga when it's those
I said you're working with some man shit some man shit make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag
In the tag in fuck a nigga like yeah, yeah, yeah
You know who she called when she flew in the town
She told me she would never fuck with me look at her now
I got the Lambo sitting low bitch scraping the grass and my diamond soul.
I would guess thing like a bill
I got your hookah on the cell and I'm pepper for real
Any bitches love me cuz I ain't kissing if I ever make a wish I ain't wishing well
So just so some cloud you ain't never said he robbed prevail telling their seashell big ice on my cross devil got no chill
We've been fucking for a year.
I ain't even in my [C] feels.
I've been balling 10 years.
You ain't even on the [Fm] field _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Some _ _ _ man shit make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag in the tag
Fuck a nigga like yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
I
Told her drop that ass he came no more
Shut that ass up and down like you're laying with bro
Say that big old booty girl and scrub the ground you fuck with a real nigga when it's those without you know
I'll be like you ain't been it though.
No listen to a pain funny _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh
Booty girl scrub the ground fuck with a real nigga when it's those that said you working with some man shit some man shit
Make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag in the tag in fuck a nigga like yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, though?
What's up?
It's a hunch?
Oh, I'm gonna let cash go bitch
You already know how my gang roll they pull up.
We turn it to the stripper ball
She with the shit can she do it with the stick with it, but now I can she do it on a split
Fuck it flew down you on your first trip.
Oh, I can't talk out to know you still and
Say oh looking good with your bitch rock out to June in the summertime.
We need pop up balloons
It's your birthday bitch.
Oh the rich niggas want to say this bitch
_ Okay, no more shut that ass up and down like you're laying with bro
Say that big old booty girl and scrub the ground you fuck with a real nigga when it's those
I said you're working with some man shit some man shit make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag
In the tag in fuck a nigga like yeah, yeah, yeah
You know who she called when she flew in the town
She told me she would never fuck with me look at her now
I got the Lambo sitting low bitch scraping the grass and my diamond soul.
I would guess thing like a bill
I got your hookah on the cell and I'm pepper for real
Any bitches love me cuz I ain't kissing if I ever make a wish I ain't wishing well
So just so some cloud you ain't never said he robbed prevail telling their seashell big ice on my cross devil got no chill
We've been fucking for a year.
I ain't even in my [C] feels.
I've been balling 10 years.
You ain't even on the [Fm] field _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Some _ _ _ man shit make a nigga spin his back in his bag and make a nigga pop a tag in the tag
Fuck a nigga like yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah
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