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angel the poet - bruce lee kicks lyrics

[verse]
it’s jay, without the z
sleazy, never lousy
shouts out uncle sauzy
automatic, split
banana, clip
got a lot of ammunition
tell me what ya wish is
chances are i can grant it
lucy berries, no pomegranete
kiwi mixed with the chocolate
gettin’ off topic
no say, por kay
took spanish, signed up for french
je m’appelle l’argent de papa
made somethin’ out of nada
ferocious, i stay in the jungle
days i’m kanye, days i’m humble
in love with kit-kats, never givin’ tootsie roll
kicked it and scored, that’s a soccer goal
only f-cks with tight, never loose
n0body new to intro-juice
got the jugo, drink it down smooth
strawberries, there’s a jam
diggin’, not berryin’ it
theraflu, i’m too cold, no vietnam
probably gone blow ina year or two, strikin’ like a napalm
stay calm, no need to be
mad, vatos stay with me
stinging, like a bumble bee
flamin’, no hot cheetos
frankly, crew stay c-notes
cheese – stackin’, stay – mackin’
ridin’ ina ’06 honda civic
break easy like a pastry
no bakery, no cookie crumbles
mama hate when i come home and i stumble
lookin’ at the bottom of the gl-ss
see my own reflection
call me chevron, all i do is gas, not to mention
on these tracks
i just f-ck ’em, no affection
orange juice and liquor, the best mixture
have you ever tasted paper?
out in vegas
no chaser, chasin’ vapers
venom spittin’, spidey quittin’
they, movin’ quiet, style bitin’
kickin’ in the dojo, rockin’ bruce lee kicks
if you ain’t hittin’ it then you is the l!ck
sorry for my grammer
girl wantin’ me to screw, no hammer
n-gga, we can thow’ ’em arms
ain’t ever let a punk, tryta punk me
funny though, how i got his ho b-tch tryna f-ck me
either workin’ or f-ckin’, i guess i’m an addict
live from the bas-m-nt, never goin’ attic
limelight, you already had it
time’s ran away, while you stayed in place
sh-tfaced, words never slur
flow so ridiculous, no – ludacris
take a whiff of this
this what i’ve been cookin’ in the kitchen
y’all n-ggas cookin’ beef, i’m just cookin’ chickens
cause that’s what most of you is
talkin’ all this fake sh-t
up in my songs
cause that’s what this one n-gga did
and after that, no to respect that kid
i’m too f-ckin’ paranoid
always watchin’ my back
cause these n-ggas puttin’ on a front
then pullin’ out sh-t that’s whack
nah f-ck that
got my real n-ggas
we the loud pack
just a young n-gga out the cuts
that’s a known fact
get the f-ck back

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