Baauer Kung Fu Lyrics
Kung Fu by Baauer
Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to doubt her day Over that girl they about to doubt it That we fuck her 'til it's good good I got my customers in the hood hood I got my customers in the hood hood
The dope game is my sport Welcome to the wild world of snort They quoting thirty-six a kilo Nah, they wasn't 36'ing me though Niggas pushing thirty with thirty thousand tweets Without thirty thousand dollars, don't even deserve to speak, nigga Counter-clockwise my wrist go Counter-clockwise my wrist go
Related 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs Watch Cardi B Join James Corden For Carpool Karaoke They know I got that wrist craft covered I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes And when I cut my dope I'm standing on my tippy toes Better put that work inside the pot Cook, cook, cook, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it
It all started from my wrist Woo, I kept it snowing through the blitz God, cross promoting in the fashion world Shit I got Adidas selling bricks Rolled to the wrist flow, poppin' like Crisco We was buying Macklemore, cooked it in the Klitschko Counter-clockwise my wrist go Counter-clockwise my wrist go
Photos Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to doubt her day Over that girl they about to doubt it That we fuck her 'til it's good good I got my customers in the hood hood I got my customers in the hood hood They know I got that wrist craft covered I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes And when I cut my dope I'm standing on my tippy toes Better put that work inside the pot Cook, cook, cook, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it
Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it
The dope game is my sport Welcome to the wild world of snort They quoting thirty-six a kilo Nah, they wasn't 36'ing me though Niggas pushing thirty with thirty thousand tweets Without thirty thousand dollars, don't even deserve to speak, nigga Counter-clockwise my wrist go Counter-clockwise my wrist go
Related 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs Watch Cardi B Join James Corden For Carpool Karaoke They know I got that wrist craft covered I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes And when I cut my dope I'm standing on my tippy toes Better put that work inside the pot Cook, cook, cook, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it
It all started from my wrist Woo, I kept it snowing through the blitz God, cross promoting in the fashion world Shit I got Adidas selling bricks Rolled to the wrist flow, poppin' like Crisco We was buying Macklemore, cooked it in the Klitschko Counter-clockwise my wrist go Counter-clockwise my wrist go
Photos Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to doubt her day Over that girl they about to doubt it That we fuck her 'til it's good good I got my customers in the hood hood I got my customers in the hood hood They know I got that wrist craft covered I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes And when I cut my dope I'm standing on my tippy toes Better put that work inside the pot Cook, cook, cook, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it
Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it