Gucci Mane Jackie Chan Lyrics

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Digital Media 1
  • 1 Pull Up on Ya
  • 2 Jackie Chan
  • 3 #Mentionme
  • 4 Rude
  • 5 Birdman
  • 6 Double
  • 7 Bad Bitch
  • 8 Tell Me Nothing
  • 9 Too Many
  • 10 Wish You Was Me
  • 11 Ice Cold
  • 12 Fugitive
  • 13 Feets
  • 14 Buttnaked
  • 15 Any Thing
  • 16 Do It
  • 17 Threw With That Shit
  • [Verse 1 : Gucci Mane]
    Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic
    Buffie the Body, the buffer the fattest
    Hitted the fool now he riding in the trunk
    Rumpin & Bumpin I might hit a bump
    A million a month is a lost to a boss
    Don’t pass me the blunt because I’m in a slump
    Biggin' and juggin', bitch what do you want
    I’m credit for dope til' the first of the month
    Smoking a blunt and my trunk in the front
    You like it or leave it, or leave it alone
    Slick with the stick and I’m cool with the chrome
    One hit of the bong and I leave it alone
    Lean and Patron, I know that it’s wrong
    I know that it’s wrong but I jugg on the phone
    The day that it came, the day that it gone
    Day to day business, cause dope with a tone
    Gucci and Ziggy, we back in the business
    My pockets my piggy, I’m back on my throne

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
    My ring hit like Jackie Chan
    My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
    My ring hit like Jackie Chan
    My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
    My ring hit like Jackie Chan
    My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
    My ring hit like Jackie Chan
    Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
    Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang
    Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain
    Alligator bally, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring
    The j’s they love the cocaine
    They sniffing the dope off my ring
    You know that I’m a magician
    The packs I get it and flip it
    This lean is killing my kidneys
    These birds are singing like Whitney

    [Verse 3: Takeoff]
    Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking,
    I Came a long way from that midget
    To pullin' up in Honda Civics
    To dropping that top on my Bentley
    Them Rush Hour I'm gettin' them Benji
    I’m smoking on Jackie, my eyes is chinky
    My money is long like a slinky
    I fuck with a bitch look like Pinky
    I’m Jackie Chan in my city
    Where ever I go, I’m good, I can kick it

    [Hook]

    [Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
    My eyes look like Jackie Chan ‘cause I smoke that mary jane
    My eyes look so Asian, man, ‘cause I’m smoking that purple thing
    Gucci Mane got stupid Jordans
    My kick game on Jackie Chan
    Me, Chris Tucker, ride through Tucker
    Got pulled over, cause we’re two black brothers
    Chris Tucker stop laughin' man
    This shit here ain’t funny man
    Rush Hour traffic, smoking that cabbage
    Two diamond rings, they Jackie Chan
    Gucci got hands like Jackie Chan
    Better yet, nigga Chuck Norris
    Nigga told me he was back balling
    Two weeks later he was back borrowin
    Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch ballin'
    Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch foreign
    Put your hands up for the black man
    Keep your eyes up for the black fan
    Gucci Mane and Zay, we back man
    Not Pac-Man, it’s Jackie Chan

    [Hook]

    [Outro]

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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