Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chitty Bang , by - PROF. Release date: 15.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chitty Bang |
| A chitty chitty bang bang |
| Got my high coming in with the tide |
| Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind |
| Oh my, I’m high. |
| (x2) |
| Backwoods got me feeling top billing |
| In the back of a barbecue arguing with children |
| Drop top grand-am |
| Walk off grand slam |
| Jean Claude Van Damme |
| Chew bubble gum, talk and dance |
| Calm down. |
| Man, don’t make me call 'bam bam' |
| Man you a tall ass man |
| Where’d you get the pants |
| Do a dance, let me see your hands |
| Do a dance, 'Shad McCants, Ima do my dougy |
| Smoke a plant, Peter pan, when I’m feeling muddy |
| In a jam, well that can be typical |
| I ain’t going to lie ya, lately court has been difficult |
| Simmer down cowboy, just enjoy the ride |
| Relax and wait for the tide |
| So hit m if you need a chauffeur to rent |
| I’ll give 'm eye contact |
| Show 'em how sober I am |
| A chitty chitty bang bang |
| Got my high coming in with the tide |
| Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind |
| Oh my, I’m high. |
| (x2) |
| Me oh my, the old guy, he’s so high |
| I think he eating on a frito pie |
| How many sweets? |
| About 3 4 5. Can’t count |
| Dracula teeth in his mouth but no doubt |
| The dudes got klout, runs a different route |
| Always in and out, nah. |
| he ain’t sniffing powder |
| He just naturally crazy, pass the sweets daily |
| Back and forth, rebound, crash the boards |
| Run the wood, put it in the hole |
| Assist to another nigga, as he give it a go |
| Pick up your ho, she’s on the corner of Broadway |
| Refused to lick my nuts, say they was salty |
| But I just got through hooping man |
| She went down on me, shit, who’s to blame |
| Chitty chitty bang bang |
| I had to pass, she had no ass, titties plain Jane |
| A chitty chitty bang bang |
| Got my high coming in with the tide |
| Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind |
| Oh my, I’m high. |
| (x2) |
| Yeah, different strain of cannabis I burn on leisure |
| Stuff a cone and get higher than a perm on Jesus |
| She smoking her favorite strain |
| This shit turn on skeezers |
| I get topped off and dipped |
| I’m like bitch I don’t need ya, pysch |
| You know I love you when im ripped of reefer |
| My niggas be hitting trees like a pissed off Keebler, get it? |
| My grandmomma flushed a zip down the toilet |
| You don’t smoke inside of her house |
| We on different accordance |
| It’s 420 these bitches out here feeling euphoric |
| Give me the roses while I’m breathing take a trip to the florist |
| Legalize it in the A. You know that shit is historic |
| I’m at a loss for words like a hidden thesaurus |
| We all be going through it, pray that niggas will flourish |
| You can catch me in the cut just like a bitches clitoris |
| Roll it up, light it. |
| Then we lift off in orbit |
| With Prof and my nigga Devin someone kicking the chorus |
| A chitty chitty bang bang |
| Got my high coming in with the tide |
| Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind |
| Oh my, I’m high. |
| (x2) |