Bruce Lee ft. Manndo Lyrics

All of you that I came up with hop off my dick

You look like amphibians

You ain't my blood, you ain't Sicilian

I heard you pirating my shit, Caribbean

Wrote it all down in the book of Corinthians

Study the rhymes and the idioms

I'm in my prime, the meridian

My only feature is Curry, I ain't even Indian

Fists flying, bitches thinking I'm Bruce Lee

Back shots, and I give 'em profusely

I know they mad but I'm never gonna lose sleep

All of my fans say they love me like Lucy

All in the past if you say you knew me

My new bitch don't even say, "who she"

Groupies are tryna seduce me

Leave me alone, lately I've just been choosey

Baddie like Lucy, I got her chillin' Jacuzzi

Baby told me to feel on her coochie

So I had to oblige, no I ain't a groupie

Shordie think she got me, but I start talking to Luci

Talking to devil on my shoulder, shit started getting confusing

Tell me go left then tell me go right

Shit I don't know what's right

I be using my hands to fight

You be using your hands to type

Bad bitches yeah that's what I like

Mike and Ike what my enemies like

They just too fruity get sent up like kites

I get FaceTime from shordie on late night

With no date, I ain't talking 'bout Skype

I've been a god, I'm going to War

Watch out for my shot, I be shooting like Kratos

(Bla, bla)

Blood on my ankles

Last time I checked I ain't step in tomatoes

Next time I see you gonna be with a halo

Shoulda layed low, my stick is a great oak

Shot deadeye and the beam like Kano

Click click click thought the blick was a payphone

When you 'round us opps tend to disappear

Get hit in the jaw he gone need some veneers

Her head game strong make it hard to steer

Switching positions like switching the gears

Switching my hoes like I traded Etherium

Feel like the Lich, I know I put the fear in 'em

Hit The Prestige on a bitch, and I might disappear again

(I can bring you in)

Disappear, Houdini

Don't see me coming like twists on the TV

They watching me like Jesse

Eisenberg, hit it once and then Now You See Me

Heisenberg I'm making these blues

Signing these checks I feel like a calligrapher

I'm blowing up like the Hindenburg

Fucken these hoes, breaking backs like I'm hitting a finisher

(Finish her)

Breaking backs like Bane

(Brutality)

Still in command like commissioners

Hit from the back, I can smell her conditioner

Twist her, and then I position her

Delivering bullets I'm the leading distributor

I leave 'em hot like a pan with some vinegar

I keep a six and it really be sinister

We taking over the game like a Spanish Inquisitor