Jackie Chan

What
Hey, listen
Listen
Life got brazy, yeah
And this guap, yeah
It feel amazing
I was sad by…
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, listen
Life got brazy, and this guap, it’s amazing
I was sad about my ex-bitch, but we just fixed relations
I just pulled up in my new whip, foreign, skrting, racing
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
I just pulled up, what the flex do
Diamond so go gadget, no ratchet, no pistols
I sip on mud, I came out the mud so resentful
Might smoke this cigarette, catch my drift of how I missed you
Can’t spot these fuck niggas, they be hating like bitches do
So I just stack my paper and count these residuals
Ay, I’m in a foreign whip, I got the top back
Got big knots, I got big racks
Gotta get it good like I’m Vegeta
Boy, I’m the only real nigga and then some
Pay attention, you won’t lose track, and I get none
Fuck up a check, just to make it back
Call up Todd, and tell him we the best
Got a milli on my chest
I’m now, fuck next
Fuck up a check, just to make it back
Call up Todd, and tell him we the best
Got a milli on my chest
I’m now, fuck next
Got a milli on my chest
I’m now, fuck next
Like
Life got brazy, and this guap, it’s amazing
I was sad about my ex-bitch, but we just fixed relations
I just pulled up in my new whip, foreign, skrting, racing
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases
Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases