Choppin these hoes like kung fu
Choppin' these hoes like what it do (what it do)
Got that thing wet like monsoon, shorty top off like sun roof
She tryna enter the dragon, lil' baby done fell off the wagon
Now she stutterin shit like we on the game and she said she laggin
Lil' baby I don't judge or budge on that thing
You might subtle love, I don't change
Yeah we can cuddle up with no strings
Then we gon' huddle up, it's no games
I know
She just got that wax off Miyagi, shorty got tats all on her body
Hit the brakes, back off, Kawasaki
Nothin but real niggas around me
Y'all shit watered down and too lousy, you niggas soft as shit like Downy
Was lost for a while until I found me, still the realest in my county
Bitch I'm a dawg, f*ck a bounty, move 6 to 305 like Lowry
Look at my wrist and bitches start drownin'
Catalog immaculate and astounding
My head a perfect fit for a crownin', count checks like I work for accounting
Bitch for my kin, I'll move mountains
My name in every room, I got surround sound
So when you niggas see me, you better bow down
We could settle this thing once and for all, man to man
No army, no bounty hunters
How do you reply, samurai
One of a kind like the last dragon, mixing shrooms with the lean is a bad habit
Know it's stashed in my coat like Inspector Gadget
Got a bitch doin' coke at the beauty pageant
I don't like ice but I need a patek, just to mount on the wall for when time was tragic
Nigga want war then I'm with the static, the katana on me and I'll let you have it
Yeah, chop it up, if I slice off his hood, who gon' mop it up
I ain't askin' for head, ain't no toppin' us, my phantom troupe, we gon' run amok
Still got the glow Bruce Leroy
Everything I put on look tough (look tough)
If you think you f*ckin' with me, boy
He gon' have to find out, Sho Nuff (who's the master)
Cherry blossom in the field, my blade got a high chance of gettin' kills
I got the fury like workin' for shield, I fight with honor when I carry the steel
Sons and daughters better hide em for real
Opps is comin' and they come from the hills
Can't trust niggas, so we killin' the bills
Say I'm cookin', I got hibachi skills
Don't concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory
Finally, a worthy opponent
JHAM - pink samurai Lyrics
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Choppin these hoes like kung fu
Choppin' these hoes like what it do (what it do)
Got that thing wet like monsoon, shorty top off like sun roof
She tryna enter the dragon, lil' baby done fell off the wagon
Now she stutterin shit like we on the game and she said she laggin
Lil' baby I don't judge or budge on that thing
You might subtle love, I don't change
Yeah we can cuddle up with no strings
Then we gon' huddle up, it's no games
I know
She just got that wax off Miyagi, shorty got tats all on her body
Hit the brakes, back off, Kawasaki
Nothin but real niggas around me
Y'all shit watered down and too lousy, you niggas soft as shit like Downy
Was lost for a while until I found me, still the realest in my county
Bitch I'm a dawg, f*ck a bounty, move 6 to 305 like Lowry
Look at my wrist and bitches start drownin'
Catalog immaculate and astounding
My head a perfect fit for a crownin', count checks like I work for accounting
Bitch for my kin, I'll move mountains
My name in every room, I got surround sound
So when you niggas see me, you better bow down
We could settle this thing once and for all, man to man
No army, no bounty hunters
How do you reply, samurai
One of a kind like the last dragon, mixing shrooms with the lean is a bad habit
Know it's stashed in my coat like Inspector Gadget
Got a bitch doin' coke at the beauty pageant
I don't like ice but I need a patek, just to mount on the wall for when time was tragic
Nigga want war then I'm with the static, the katana on me and I'll let you have it
Yeah, chop it up, if I slice off his hood, who gon' mop it up
I ain't askin' for head, ain't no toppin' us, my phantom troupe, we gon' run amok
Still got the glow Bruce Leroy
Everything I put on look tough (look tough)
If you think you f*ckin' with me, boy
He gon' have to find out, Sho Nuff (who's the master)
Cherry blossom in the field, my blade got a high chance of gettin' kills
I got the fury like workin' for shield, I fight with honor when I carry the steel
Sons and daughters better hide em for real
Opps is comin' and they come from the hills
Can't trust niggas, so we killin' the bills
Say I'm cookin', I got hibachi skills
Don't concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory
Finally, a worthy opponent
Choppin' these hoes like what it do (what it do)
Got that thing wet like monsoon, shorty top off like sun roof
She tryna enter the dragon, lil' baby done fell off the wagon
Now she stutterin shit like we on the game and she said she laggin
Lil' baby I don't judge or budge on that thing
You might subtle love, I don't change
Yeah we can cuddle up with no strings
Then we gon' huddle up, it's no games
I know
She just got that wax off Miyagi, shorty got tats all on her body
Hit the brakes, back off, Kawasaki
Nothin but real niggas around me
Y'all shit watered down and too lousy, you niggas soft as shit like Downy
Was lost for a while until I found me, still the realest in my county
Bitch I'm a dawg, f*ck a bounty, move 6 to 305 like Lowry
Look at my wrist and bitches start drownin'
Catalog immaculate and astounding
My head a perfect fit for a crownin', count checks like I work for accounting
Bitch for my kin, I'll move mountains
My name in every room, I got surround sound
So when you niggas see me, you better bow down
We could settle this thing once and for all, man to man
No army, no bounty hunters
How do you reply, samurai
One of a kind like the last dragon, mixing shrooms with the lean is a bad habit
Know it's stashed in my coat like Inspector Gadget
Got a bitch doin' coke at the beauty pageant
I don't like ice but I need a patek, just to mount on the wall for when time was tragic
Nigga want war then I'm with the static, the katana on me and I'll let you have it
Yeah, chop it up, if I slice off his hood, who gon' mop it up
I ain't askin' for head, ain't no toppin' us, my phantom troupe, we gon' run amok
Still got the glow Bruce Leroy
Everything I put on look tough (look tough)
If you think you f*ckin' with me, boy
He gon' have to find out, Sho Nuff (who's the master)
Cherry blossom in the field, my blade got a high chance of gettin' kills
I got the fury like workin' for shield, I fight with honor when I carry the steel
Sons and daughters better hide em for real
Opps is comin' and they come from the hills
Can't trust niggas, so we killin' the bills
Say I'm cookin', I got hibachi skills
Don't concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory
Finally, a worthy opponent
Writer: Adonis Bell, Juwan Davis, Melik Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid