| Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic
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| Buffie the Body, the buffer the fattest
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| Hitted the fool now he riding in the trunk
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| Rumpin & Bumpin I might hit a bump
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| A million a month is a lost to a boss
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| Don’t pass me the blunt because I’m in a slump
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| Biggin' and juggin', bitch what do you want
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| I’m credit for dope til' the first of the month
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| Smoking a blunt and my trunk in the front
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| You like it or leave it, or leave it alone
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| Slick with the stick and I’m cool with the chrome
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| One hit of the bong and I leave it alone
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| Lean and Patron, I know that it’s wrong
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| I know that it’s wrong but I jugg on the phone
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| The day that it came, the day that it gone
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| Day to day business, cause dope with a tone
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| Gucci and Ziggy, we back in the business
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| My pockets my piggy, I’m back on my throne
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| My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
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| My ring hit like Jackie Chan
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| My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
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| My ring hit like Jackie Chan
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| My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
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| My ring hit like Jackie Chan
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| My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
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| My ring hit like Jackie Chan
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| Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
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| Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
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| Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang
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| Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain
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| Alligator bally, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring
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| The j’s they love the cocaine
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| They sniffing the dope off my ring
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| You know that I’m a magician
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| The packs I get it and flip it
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| This lean is killing my kidneys
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| These birds are singing like Whitney
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| Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking,
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| I Came a long way from that midget
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| To pullin' up in Honda Civics
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| To dropping that top on my Bentley
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| Them Rush Hour I’m gettin' them Benji
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| I’m smoking on Jackie, my eyes is chinky
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| My money is long like a slinky
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| I fuck with a bitch look like Pinky
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| I’m Jackie Chan in my city
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| Where ever I go, I’m good, I can kick it
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| My eyes look like Jackie Chan ‘cause I smoke that mary jane
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| My eyes look so Asian, man, ‘cause I’m smoking that purple thing
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| Gucci Mane got stupid Jordans
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| My kick game on Jackie Chan
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| Me, Chris Tucker, ride through Tucker
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| Got pulled over, cause we’re two black brothers
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| Chris Tucker stop laughin' man
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| This shit here ain’t funny man
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| Rush Hour traffic, smoking that cabbage
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| Two diamond rings, they Jackie Chan
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| Gucci got hands like Jackie Chan
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| Better yet, nigga Chuck Norris
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| Nigga told me he was back balling
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| Two weeks later he was back borrowin
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| Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch ballin'
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| Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch foreign
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| Put your hands up for the black man
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| Keep your eyes up for the black fan
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| Gucci Mane and Zay, we back man
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| Not Pac-Man, it’s Jackie Chan |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Martial Arts , by - Zaytoven. Song from the album Future of the Trap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп