Bruce Lee Kick

Lyrics

[Chorus:] If we talkin' 'bout gettin' money, yes indeed, I'm no lagger I like fast cars, the buttons that make it go faster If I Bruce Lee kick her out the ring, he gon' go after her The way I'm shittin' on n*ggas I think I need adult Pampers If we talkin' 'bout gettin' money, yes indeed, I'm no lagger I like fast cars, the buttons that make it go faster If I Bruce Lee kick her out the ring, he gon' go after her The way I'm shittin' on n*ggas I think I need adult Pampers [Verse 1:] You givin' yo' money to a bum, bitch he's no pastor Red beam on his face, big .40'll kill his proactiveness Big cannon on my hip incase I'm shootin' at actresses Damn bitch, why you gotta suck the dick so passionate Young n*gga gettin' money, I ain't never been an average kid Fuck all the 21 questions, come wit' some money, get the magic stitches On OnlyFans out here gettin' rich off ass and tits For the record, Pastor Ralfy need it all, not half of it I can make the bag triple up, I know magic tricks She like, "Even though he took my money and left I can't be mad at him" It's a doggy-dog world, the team tryna bone, you can't be mad at Cliff Just because all my n*ggas on, you can't be mad at them If you say you got some money for me, please don't lack wit' it The Plug got unlimited heat, nobody droppin' as fast as him You don't wanna trust me wit' yo' heart I'ma damage it Bitch, The Plug ain't never goin' broke 'cuz I'm havin' it [Chorus:] If we talkin' 'bout gettin' money, yes indeed, I'm no lagger I like fast cars, the buttons that make it go faster If I Bruce Lee kick her out the ring, he gon' go after her The way I'm shittin' on n*ggas I think I need adult Pampers If we talkin' 'bout gettin' money, yes indeed, I'm no lagger I like fast cars, the buttons that make it go faster If I Bruce Lee kick her out the ring, he gon' go after her The way I'm shittin' on n*ggas I think I need adult Pampers [Verse 2:] If 12 get behind me, yes indeed we going faster If I Bruce Lee kick her out the crib, he gon' go after her She put some money on offerin', 'cuz The Plug a dope pastor I'm a real street n*gga, no cap, I'm no rapper Never mind, scratch that, I'm a dope ass rapper I'm here to steal the service from these broke-ass pastors I hang with street n*ggas, real firmitive jackers Diamonds hit the light, ratchet twerkin' when they dancin' Drum on the choppa, matin', that's why it's permanent clappin' On this bitch like Uncle Sam, how I permanent tax her The way I'm shittin' on n*ggas I'ma need permanent Pampers Keep them broke n*ggas away from me, I'm allergic to cappers Tryna get on my level, you gon' need more than a ladder Gang 'N Em over here arguin' over who get surgical faster Shrimp, steak and lobster, we get served on big platters N*ggas wolfin', talkin' 'bout they want the Stincs, ain't shit happenin' [Chorus:] If we talkin' 'bout gettin' money, yes indeed, I'm no lagger I like fast cars, the buttons that make it go faster If I Bruce Lee kick her out the ring, he gon' go after her The way I'm shittin' on n*ggas I think I need adult Pampers If we talkin' 'bout gettin' money, yes indeed, I'm no lagger I like fast cars, the buttons that make it go faster If I Bruce Lee kick her out the ring, he gon' go after her The way I'm shittin' on n*ggas I think I need adult Pampers