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LIU KANG Video (MV)




Performed By: Baby Kenny
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Kenny Wright




Baby Kenny - LIU KANG Lyrics




Chasing that money might sprain my ankle
Sipping that lean I don't care if it's fatal
I'm in Cincy with a sack I feel like a bengal
Off a perc and flex on your hoe Kurt Angle
Pop me another can't do just one
I'm not a Catholic I can't feel none
You wanna diss me I pull up then you done
If you don't got a gun then I've already won
Getting money no lie like two Chainz nigga
Got a stick in the field I'm a Blue Jay nigga
The twelve gauge on me do combat nigga
It kick when it fire like Liu Kang nigga (wukah!)
Getting money no lie like two Chainz nigga
Got a stick in the field I'm a Blue Jay nigga
The twelve gauge on me do combat nigga
It kick when it fire like Liu Kang nigga (wukah!)

Pouring up your mortgage in my cup
My blunt so heavy I can't lift it up
Tried to steal my codeine and that bitch got cut
Should've taxed that bitch for hitting my blunt
On the block so much they think I'm a center
If I drop my zotti it's causing a tremor
My girl she a rockstar I might call her Ember
Two fours in my styrofoam Kobe and Fisher
Blunt to the face I don't pass it uh
Don't piss me off talking 'bout matching uh
I'm dishing them pills like magic uh
Smoke green like I killed St Patrick uh
I'm cranking this beat off some acid uh
You go broke tryna match my fashion uh
I just made a big transaction
Smoke a whole zip in a day I don't ration uh
Two tone glock it look like a panda
Wockhardt on me I pour it like stanzas
The big gun on me I'm Tony Montana
Been counting them deads it made me phantom
Mixing the trish with a blueberry fanta
Serving that coke boy French Montana
Bitch I be feeling like Julio Jones when I touchdown with the pack in Atlanta

Chasing that money might sprain my ankle
Sipping that lean I don't care if it's fatal
I'm in Cincy with a sack I feel like a bengal
Off a perc and flex on your hoe Kurt Angle
Pop me another can't do just one
I'm not a Catholic I can't feel none
You wanna diss me I pull up then you done
If you don't got a gun then I've already won
Getting money no lie like two Chainz nigga
Got a stick in the field I'm a Blue Jay nigga
The twelve gauge on me do combat nigga
It kick when it fire like Liu Kang nigga (wukah!)
Getting money no lie like two Chainz nigga
Got a stick in the field I'm a Blue Jay nigga
The twelve gauge on me do combat nigga
It kick when it fire like Liu Kang nigga (wukah!)
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Chasing that money might sprain my ankle
Sipping that lean I don't care if it's fatal
I'm in Cincy with a sack I feel like a bengal
Off a perc and flex on your hoe Kurt Angle
Pop me another can't do just one
I'm not a Catholic I can't feel none
You wanna diss me I pull up then you done
If you don't got a gun then I've already won
Getting money no lie like two Chainz nigga
Got a stick in the field I'm a Blue Jay nigga
The twelve gauge on me do combat nigga
It kick when it fire like Liu Kang nigga (wukah!)
Getting money no lie like two Chainz nigga
Got a stick in the field I'm a Blue Jay nigga
The twelve gauge on me do combat nigga
It kick when it fire like Liu Kang nigga (wukah!)

Pouring up your mortgage in my cup
My blunt so heavy I can't lift it up
Tried to steal my codeine and that bitch got cut
Should've taxed that bitch for hitting my blunt
On the block so much they think I'm a center
If I drop my zotti it's causing a tremor
My girl she a rockstar I might call her Ember
Two fours in my styrofoam Kobe and Fisher
Blunt to the face I don't pass it uh
Don't piss me off talking 'bout matching uh
I'm dishing them pills like magic uh
Smoke green like I killed St Patrick uh
I'm cranking this beat off some acid uh
You go broke tryna match my fashion uh
I just made a big transaction
Smoke a whole zip in a day I don't ration uh
Two tone glock it look like a panda
Wockhardt on me I pour it like stanzas
The big gun on me I'm Tony Montana
Been counting them deads it made me phantom
Mixing the trish with a blueberry fanta
Serving that coke boy French Montana
Bitch I be feeling like Julio Jones when I touchdown with the pack in Atlanta

Chasing that money might sprain my ankle
Sipping that lean I don't care if it's fatal
I'm in Cincy with a sack I feel like a bengal
Off a perc and flex on your hoe Kurt Angle
Pop me another can't do just one
I'm not a Catholic I can't feel none
You wanna diss me I pull up then you done
If you don't got a gun then I've already won
Getting money no lie like two Chainz nigga
Got a stick in the field I'm a Blue Jay nigga
The twelve gauge on me do combat nigga
It kick when it fire like Liu Kang nigga (wukah!)
Getting money no lie like two Chainz nigga
Got a stick in the field I'm a Blue Jay nigga
The twelve gauge on me do combat nigga
It kick when it fire like Liu Kang nigga (wukah!)
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Writer: Kenny Wright
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