Bruce Lee
All of you that I came up with hop off my dick
You look like amphibians
You ain't my blood, you ain't Sicilian
I heard you pirating my shit, Caribbean
Wrote it all down in the book of Corinthians
Study the rhymes and the idioms
I'm in my prime, the meridian
My only feature is Curry, I ain't even Indian
Fists flying, bitches thinking I'm Bruce Lee
Back shots, and I give 'em profusely
I know they mad but I'm never gonna lose sleep
All of my fans say they love me like Lucy
All in the past if you say you knew me
My new bitch don't even say, "who she"
Groupies are tryna seduce me
Leave me alone, lately I've just been choosey
Baddie like Lucy, I got her chillin' Jacuzzi
Baby told me to feel on her coochie
So I had to oblige, no I ain't a groupie
Shordie think she got me, but I start talking to Luci
Talking to devil on my shoulder, shit started getting confusing
Tell me go left then tell me go right
Shit I don't know what's right
I be using my hands to fight
You be using your hands to type
Bad bitches yeah that's what I like
Mike and Ike what my enemies like
They just too fruity get sent up like kites
I get FaceTime from shordie on late night
With no date, I ain't talking 'bout Skype
I've been a god, I'm going to War
Watch out for my shot, I be shooting like Kratos
(Bla, bla)
Blood on my ankles
Last time I checked I ain't step in tomatoes
Next time I see you gonna be with a halo
Shoulda layed low, my stick is a great oak
Shot deadeye and the beam like Kano
Click click click thought the blick was a payphone
When you 'round us opps tend to disappear
Get hit in the jaw he gone need some veneers
Her head game strong make it hard to steer
Switching positions like switching the gears
Switching my hoes like I traded Etherium
Feel like the Lich, I know I put the fear in 'em
Hit The Prestige on a bitch, and I might disappear again
(I can bring you in)
Disappear, Houdini
Don't see me coming like twists on the TV
They watching me like Jesse
Eisenberg, hit it once and then Now You See Me
Heisenberg I'm making these blues
Signing these checks I feel like a calligrapher
I'm blowing up like the Hindenburg
Fucken these hoes, breaking backs like I'm hitting a finisher
(Finish her)
Breaking backs like Bane
(Brutality)
Still in command like commissioners
Hit from the back, I can smell her conditioner
Twist her, and then I position her
Delivering bullets I'm the leading distributor
I leave 'em hot like a pan with some vinegar
I keep a six and it really be sinister
We taking over the game like a Spanish Inquisitor
You look like amphibians
You ain't my blood, you ain't Sicilian
I heard you pirating my shit, Caribbean
Wrote it all down in the book of Corinthians
Study the rhymes and the idioms
I'm in my prime, the meridian
My only feature is Curry, I ain't even Indian
Fists flying, bitches thinking I'm Bruce Lee
Back shots, and I give 'em profusely
I know they mad but I'm never gonna lose sleep
All of my fans say they love me like Lucy
All in the past if you say you knew me
My new bitch don't even say, "who she"
Groupies are tryna seduce me
Leave me alone, lately I've just been choosey
Baddie like Lucy, I got her chillin' Jacuzzi
Baby told me to feel on her coochie
So I had to oblige, no I ain't a groupie
Shordie think she got me, but I start talking to Luci
Talking to devil on my shoulder, shit started getting confusing
Tell me go left then tell me go right
Shit I don't know what's right
I be using my hands to fight
You be using your hands to type
Bad bitches yeah that's what I like
Mike and Ike what my enemies like
They just too fruity get sent up like kites
I get FaceTime from shordie on late night
With no date, I ain't talking 'bout Skype
I've been a god, I'm going to War
Watch out for my shot, I be shooting like Kratos
(Bla, bla)
Blood on my ankles
Last time I checked I ain't step in tomatoes
Next time I see you gonna be with a halo
Shoulda layed low, my stick is a great oak
Shot deadeye and the beam like Kano
Click click click thought the blick was a payphone
When you 'round us opps tend to disappear
Get hit in the jaw he gone need some veneers
Her head game strong make it hard to steer
Switching positions like switching the gears
Switching my hoes like I traded Etherium
Feel like the Lich, I know I put the fear in 'em
Hit The Prestige on a bitch, and I might disappear again
(I can bring you in)
Disappear, Houdini
Don't see me coming like twists on the TV
They watching me like Jesse
Eisenberg, hit it once and then Now You See Me
Heisenberg I'm making these blues
Signing these checks I feel like a calligrapher
I'm blowing up like the Hindenburg
Fucken these hoes, breaking backs like I'm hitting a finisher
(Finish her)
Breaking backs like Bane
(Brutality)
Still in command like commissioners
Hit from the back, I can smell her conditioner
Twist her, and then I position her
Delivering bullets I'm the leading distributor
I leave 'em hot like a pan with some vinegar
I keep a six and it really be sinister
We taking over the game like a Spanish Inquisitor
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Writer(s): Julian Flores
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