Hondo - Jackie Chan Lyrics

Basically like
Like Baka does
Like Murder on the beat but its not nice?
Ah Yeah

Talk bad, get these hands
Jackie Chan
Your girlfriend is a fan (she's a fan)
I'm the man (Hon)
I don't understand (Understand)
Why you mad? (why)
Lil Hondo needs more hundos in the
Bank (Mulla)
Talk bad, get these hands
Jackie Chan
Your girlfriend is a fan (she's a fan)
I'm the man (Hon)
I don't understand (Understand)
Why you mad? (why)
Lil Hondo needs more hundos in the
Bank (Mulla)

I'm polar
I got your girl on ice caps
That Moncler you bought her
No you ain't getting your money back
Bad b from Iceland
Calling me one funny man
Until I turned one lover man
She ain't digging no other man
Its cloudy, its pungent
No sock there, we use cling
From South Pole, to London
I hope tube to my west ting
My drip can't be stopped
And there's still more to cop
And my lifestyles so sweet
Pour that henny on the rocks.
When we pull up in that function
We're stepping in so frosty
Stepping in my Nike Airs
A bruddah best not touch me
Your girlfriends to comfy
She's belling off my XR
But feeling like my XR
Cause a man don't wanna press her
Picture, me in benz
Pulling up on mummies ends
Pulling up on pretty friends
Pretty friends from Bellingham
Pass me that hammer
Man is not nice like Bakka
And his crow takes me higher
Hon - I aint talking of Napa

Talk bad, get these hands
Jackie Chan
Your girlfriend is a fan (She's a fan)
I'm the man (Hon)
I don't understand (Understand)
Why you mad? (Why)
Lil Hondo needs more hundos in the
Bank (Mulla)
Talk bad, get these hands
Jackie Chan
Your girlfriend is a fan (She's a fan)
I'm the man (Hon)
I don't understand (Understand)
Why you mad? (Why)
Lil Hondo needs more hundos in the
Bank (Mulla)

I'm old school like BBM
There old news, CNN
I slide smooth, I DM them
Then slide thru, put D in 'em
I run **** like G and M
I put the A with T and M
My D raised her BPM
My hoods big, B-E-N
I landmark, RTS we trademarked
Talk bad get bros hands get
Get red flagged no Denmark!
Or even Turkey and China
Any L I take's a minor
Peng ting on her one from a five
And I like her, but I cannot wife her
She told me I'm remarkable
But loving this girl's impractical
My game, came, tactical
My D hench, factual
My kick games on Jackie Chan
Her lips cris', can Tucker man
Her boyfriend can't rush a man
Talk bad and hour stun a man
Broken hearts in casts and
Distant love lay dead in Caskets
Gold and brown and dark skin girls
My eggs in separate basket
I've got goals in mind they post online
That's separate targets
She ain't my BM but
She threw it back and then parked it

Talk bad, get these hands
Jackie Chan
Your girlfriend is a fan (She's a fan)
I'm the man (Hon)
I don't understand (Understand)
Why you mad? (Why)
Lil Hondo needs more hundos in the
Bank (Mulla)
Talk bad, get these hands
Jackie Chan
Your girlfriend is a fan (She's a fan)
I'm the man (Hon)
I don't understand (Understand)
Why you mad? (Why)
Lil Hondo needs more hundos in the
Bank (Mulla)

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