Kung Fu Flick
Fuck the peace this ain't one love
Fuck the gold chain
The way we chop beats we should prolly wear nunchucks
This shit a breeze
Please do not act like you see ghost
(Now connecting to Adrians iPhone)
This shit so cold sounds like the whole fucking tape need a mink coat
Can't get me off cadence
I need the paper my reparations
I can't let you dirty my reputation
Let me show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
Let me show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
I could show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
Easy come easy flows
Got my ducks in a row like tight braids
Straight backs
Laid back If they say your shits a wave cap
I still feel like a slave shackles and chains
I'd show you my pain but
I can't stand the rain
(Nah nah)
I can't stand the rain
I can't stand the rain
Supa Supa Dupa fly
Might be your pusher
Might be your guy
Might be your friend
Might be the end to your means
That means That I'm facing a fan
How deep it go
How much you really love gold
How much you really love soil
How about the skin that it road
Keep your distance wish you could
Peep intentions seam fishy with floods
Seem suspicion membership all they want
It is what is and it is what it does
Mercy mercy mery mercy me
To think its chic to hear i can't breath
And i need it to be
QB toss me the beat
Give them sauce so they eat
What a position to be
Who got the keys to the jeep
Who got the keys to the jeep
(Who got the keys to the jeep)
(Who got the keys to the jeep)
Fuck the gold chain
The way we chop beats we should prolly wear nunchucks
This shit a breeze
Please do not act like you see ghost
(Now connecting to Adrians iPhone)
This shit so cold sounds like the whole fucking tape need a mink coat
Can't get me off cadence
I need the paper my reparations
I can't let you dirty my reputation
Let me show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
Let me show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
I could show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
Show you how to die slow
Easy come easy flows
Got my ducks in a row like tight braids
Straight backs
Laid back If they say your shits a wave cap
I still feel like a slave shackles and chains
I'd show you my pain but
I can't stand the rain
(Nah nah)
I can't stand the rain
I can't stand the rain
Supa Supa Dupa fly
Might be your pusher
Might be your guy
Might be your friend
Might be the end to your means
That means That I'm facing a fan
How deep it go
How much you really love gold
How much you really love soil
How about the skin that it road
Keep your distance wish you could
Peep intentions seam fishy with floods
Seem suspicion membership all they want
It is what is and it is what it does
Mercy mercy mery mercy me
To think its chic to hear i can't breath
And i need it to be
QB toss me the beat
Give them sauce so they eat
What a position to be
Who got the keys to the jeep
Who got the keys to the jeep
(Who got the keys to the jeep)
(Who got the keys to the jeep)
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Brown, Micah Moore
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