Kung fu panda Lyrics

We got chop sticks just like Kung Fu Panda, I'm ridin round with that hammer

I'm with a bitch ain't got no manners

You poor baby, can't fuck, got standards

Pretty thick bitch and I think she a dancer

Oouuu and I think she a cancer

I get high and like to fuck on camera

My therapist say that's the wrong answer

Been too busy can't pick up my cellular

But if it's money calling know I'm gone answer

We smoke big, big, big gas that pressure

Exotic smoke only no regular

Bitch wanna fuck got to get back to her

Cause fuckin' ain't part of my schedule

I got some diamonds that shine with the lights on me

This ain't no silhouette challenge

All of these hoes gettin hard to manage

He just poured a deuce in a Fanta

We drop off gifts while you sleep like Santa

Niggas holding these hoes up for ransom

Let the bitch go she wanna fuck too

I put me before you that's just what I do

If your rap sheet good I might hire you but you got keep that fye on you

Ain't shit like my daddy mama told me she proud of me

I feel like I just hit the lottery

I sculpt me a bitch just like I'm doing pottery

Then break her back down where she need to be

We scoring touchdowns like we play for the major league

Niggas so corny they story be make believe

If the bitch really pretty I might just suck her feet

And let her suck me to sleep

Wanna fuck on that hoe but she text back too fast

I don't know kind of scared me

We gettin money everyday of the week

Just to talk gotta pay a fee

Scream free Jocc and Will till they open them clinks

Let my niggaa get back in them streets

Scream Long Live Sus everyday of the week

And I keep these niggas out of my reach

Hoes get to asking me too many questions

Got damn bitch you trynna kill me?

A lyin ass hoe put fear in me, baby we can hoe coherently

She say fuck you, I say I agree, call me build a bitch LLC

Every damn day got a new white tee, I'm feeling so fresh so clean

Bitches get mad that they need me got the lil ho calling me mean

I smoke too much got damn weed I think my piss turned green

All damn day Ray chasing this money I think she a got damn fein

Rule number one to be a playa ass nigga you got to keep your damn nose clean

Rule number two gotta keep your cool don't be bitching that's what hoes do

Rule number three give the bitch what she need we out here playin for keeps

Never trust a bitch that's rule number four

Got killers hover over that boy when they bored

Add one more point to the score

My niggas trapping they out in the back selling loads bitch