Mr. Prince ft. Keiji Beats Lyrics

Yeah

Imma blaze like sanji

Kicks hotter than a flame raised up prompty

Grillin hibachi

God made grub, the devil made spices

Three Gs please, man his skills are priceless

Cookin up food to ingest by the straw hats

Five star chef and he fight back

Never use hands to attack

He the man with a black leg burnt toe

Nighttime firely glow while the smoke blow

Yo, dip to the floor

Hit from below got 'em lift and explode like, boom

Zoom, dude got the quickness

Moonwalk block footloose when a chick whips

When a cat slaps, he in business

In a trap noose, not a boost with a flip twist

Upper lip stiff, that's a direct miss

But he got a big heart

Spark up the chivalrous

Last dance with a vinsmoke get smoked

Uhh, yo

Fat chance with a vinsmoke's kinfolk

Yeah, yeahh

All attacks to the main crew made moot

Yah, mmhmm

Fall back he coming through in a raid suit

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sanji, sanji, cool like fonzie

But he got a passion, hotter than wasabi

Sight set on the all blue, gotta follow through

If we wanna get, where we wanna get to

Sick move, spin to the groove

Nami got the body, hell, robin do too

Every girl come through is a new obsession

Ya think he'd learn a thing or two and lose the expression

He never learn his lesson, some things don't change

Maybe has a dirty mind, but he got divine range

Keep him tame on the mermaid plain

Deep and low in the ocean by nosebleed lane, heh

He the rook, leave a look and it shook ground

Throw out hound in any and every town

Straw hats on the map in the grand line

With this guy it's a new world to fine dine

Last dance with a vinsmoke, get smoked

No chance yo, lit rope with ya kinfolk

Light the fuse, enquire on the move

Ferverous desire burn brighter in his shoes

Kick fast with a vinsmoke invoked

Call back those blokes in the thick cloaks

Tight ruse, but they might diffuse

Attacks are made moot by a dude in a raid suit

By a lewd dude in a raid suit

Lewd dude in a

Hmm

Mr prince, haven't heard that name since

Alabasta, sand ain't a match bruhh

For the master, kick with a switch

Risk everything for the straw hat clique

Flame burns hot from the depths

Passionate heart, above bar from the rest

Swim with the sharks he know right

No stress, light up his soul

Lava molten and it show in his flesh

He the left hand grabbing a chest

Trained by the best, wash dishes for zeff

Next leg of his journey, but he don't need to hurry

No worries, just add a little apple in the curry

Not all pirates are surley

Some are more refined, wise

Even kind to birdies

But if ya find yourelf being mean to a girly

Ya better prepare to feel the fury, wince early

Yeahh

Don't mess, don't mess with the straw hat

Don't mess with the straw hat, straw hat

Don't mess with the straw hat in all black

Don't mess with the straw hat

Don't mess, don't mess with the straw hat

Don't mess with the straw hat, straw hat

Don't mess with the best bruhh, fall back