Rush Hour 3 Freestyle
Un Huh
Un Huh
Yeah
Un Huh
Un Huh
Un Huh
Un Huh
Yeah
She off the Brandy
She telling me that she wanna be down
Shoes cotton candy, pants from Japan
The beat came from Chan like it was Rush Hour
I'm secret service agent Francis Andromeda
Bro be moving keys for commas
He be acting up on that Yamaha
Got in on lock like Kamala
Harris, it's really no comparison
No space for errors
This a new era, I'm the heir to the throne
In the sky like an aerial drone
I'm the herald that grew up on Harold's
I'm a Pharaoh just peep my apparel
Me and my perros survived through the peril
My brothers gone step just like they was Will Ferrell
Ducking the güeros and chasing la féria
That be the life when you live in America
Cold lil baby like she from Siberia
Pulling my meat like she making some birria
When I slid inside, she got teary-eyed
Blowing cheerios by the myriad
Out in Colorad
In a Marriot with some Mary Jane
With the orange hairs, Pippy Longstock
Getting Mile High
I'm a wise guy with the hair slicked back
Bunch of baddies on my couch like a kickback
Rolling Suzies, no Zig-Zags
I step outside
I look around
One of the days these niggas gone get me started
I ain't got no regrets bout it, I'm bout it
Up to here with the shit as high I can take it
I'm at capacity
For me, it's audacity
Praying til my money stretch
That bitch got elasticity
Smoking on Thor packs
I lit the Mitch with electricity
She wanted company better not bring me no misery
I'm in this bitch comfortably
Counting this shit up like one, two, three
If I could do this shit again, who would I be
Nigga, me
I was in a marvelous mood tryna make a vision for the universe to make a way for me
Am I running outta time
Some the homies died
Wake up every day and it's thankfully
Zooted out my mind, and I can't go to sleep
I'm thinking that sativa shit ain't for me
Started from the bottom like an anchor in the sea
My life a movie and the BTS ain't for you to see
I'm a star why the fuck you think they call me Galaxy
Out in France with Chan, it's Rush Hour three
I'm out in France with Chan, this Rush Hour three
Un Huh
Yeah
Un Huh
Un Huh
Un Huh
Un Huh
Yeah
She off the Brandy
She telling me that she wanna be down
Shoes cotton candy, pants from Japan
The beat came from Chan like it was Rush Hour
I'm secret service agent Francis Andromeda
Bro be moving keys for commas
He be acting up on that Yamaha
Got in on lock like Kamala
Harris, it's really no comparison
No space for errors
This a new era, I'm the heir to the throne
In the sky like an aerial drone
I'm the herald that grew up on Harold's
I'm a Pharaoh just peep my apparel
Me and my perros survived through the peril
My brothers gone step just like they was Will Ferrell
Ducking the güeros and chasing la féria
That be the life when you live in America
Cold lil baby like she from Siberia
Pulling my meat like she making some birria
When I slid inside, she got teary-eyed
Blowing cheerios by the myriad
Out in Colorad
In a Marriot with some Mary Jane
With the orange hairs, Pippy Longstock
Getting Mile High
I'm a wise guy with the hair slicked back
Bunch of baddies on my couch like a kickback
Rolling Suzies, no Zig-Zags
I step outside
I look around
One of the days these niggas gone get me started
I ain't got no regrets bout it, I'm bout it
Up to here with the shit as high I can take it
I'm at capacity
For me, it's audacity
Praying til my money stretch
That bitch got elasticity
Smoking on Thor packs
I lit the Mitch with electricity
She wanted company better not bring me no misery
I'm in this bitch comfortably
Counting this shit up like one, two, three
If I could do this shit again, who would I be
Nigga, me
I was in a marvelous mood tryna make a vision for the universe to make a way for me
Am I running outta time
Some the homies died
Wake up every day and it's thankfully
Zooted out my mind, and I can't go to sleep
I'm thinking that sativa shit ain't for me
Started from the bottom like an anchor in the sea
My life a movie and the BTS ain't for you to see
I'm a star why the fuck you think they call me Galaxy
Out in France with Chan, it's Rush Hour three
I'm out in France with Chan, this Rush Hour three
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Writer(s): Edgar Anderson
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