Air Bender

Too real
Yeah, Yeah

Rush hour, fresh out the dealership
Me and my homies eat gefilte fish
I ain't even worried about a silly bitch
Tell the feds chill with the censorship
Members only, I'm the only
Member with a membership
Trying real hard not to conversate with pessimists
Who always want to see you
Fall down like The London Bridge
Same song sung by a bunch of kids, can I live?
Tabloids watching which crib
Competition and the bitches
Got my name on they lips
Takin' shots like 1 8 7 is they favorite offense
Real dawg, should've came with a fence
Smokin' tree, baby I could pitch you a tent
A lot of windows don't be
Selfish baby call you a friend
I should make 'em box for Benihana
Wake up in the mornin' feed
Em left over Benihana
Eatin' sushi off her body
No karate I'm the inter-sake
3 ninjas, Tum Tum, Colt, & Rocky
Bloodsport Van Damme
Polo can't manage
Even with my eyes shut
I would never take damage (Too Real)
You should build a room for the panic
Switch my whole style up
Capoeira fight dancing
Not to say I'm Bobby gettin' fancy
I should probably change my name to Jamie
Su Young lead me in a winehouse
Juntao kidnap her, throw her in the 'cedes
Now the asian enjoyin them some dim sum
You don't know about it need to get one
How the car new but the rims young?
You got the foreign whip?
So what I'm on my 10th one

(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just killed a)
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just killed a)

Yeah, niggas we deep in this bitch, right?
Stacking on them niggas like 'Jitsu
I'm a Great White you're fish food
We should talk face to face like men do
But you too used to makin'
Moves how a bitch move
Probably wear the same
Pad that your bitch use
I'm just tryna show you
What you been through
Spinnin' in the same circle
Like a rim do
OG in the game, strokes beard like Rick Rub'
Tokyo, they whippin' in the caddy
We can drift too
When I drift through
Bad bitch mixed with hindu
She got every shoe except issues
Bag full of money
MAC makeup and a Shih Tzu
Or sake shots for my little Geisha
She'd rather die than give up our location
She gone turn to Chun-Li in any altercation
I ain't gon lie that kinda
Turn me on, fuck her in the 'cedes
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu
(Fuck her in Mercedes)
(Bang bang I just killed a)
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just killed a nigga)
(Bang bang I just) (Whip it)

Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu
Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu
Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu

This is only the beginning, the road gets
Tougher, now that you're a ninja
And if I told you that
I guess it would ruin the moment
So I'll tell you later



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Ray Simmons
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