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Mak11 - Tai Chi Lyrics



Mak11 - Tai Chi Lyrics
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[ Featuring Kp28 ]

Bitch I'm so cold, iced tea
Shawty think that I'm dope she like me
The shit that I smoke, fire weed
Gotta split up the dough, sliced cheese
Get it and go, don't sightsee
Ima sip on a four out a pint of lean
Whip down the road, high speed
We might kick in your door, Tai Chi
Trust a bitch that's unlikely
Run the chips up in my Nikes
Youngin lit on the high key
Gon get rich all with this psyche
All this drip they can't dry clean
Got the clique don't try and fight me
He not legit he a hypebeast
Caught a clip we call him Spike Lee
If she wanna be my bitch
She'll do exactly as I say
Shordy really such a baddie
But she acting like a saint
When we travel we still pour up
All this Henny on the plane
I've been touring round the country
Making money with the gang
KP always keep it real
What the f*ck these bitches talking bout
I be staying where I'm wanted
This is my terrain
Ops can try invading
But my cronem finna walk em down
Catch em when they slacking
We gon hit them with the f*cking spray
Shordy tell me I'm ambitious
Keep it up you mad persistent
Shoulda checked me for the facts
I had to switch up my position
Cuz of endless bitchess
Setting out to make me non-existent
'Til I came around with money
And my diamonds always glistened, ah
Bitch I'm so cold, iced tea
Your friends wanna roll with the crew
Listened to me they don't listen to you
Don't lie to me baby
Come hop in the coupe like me
Check out my moves, Tai Chi
Louboutin making my shoes
Front of the line I don't wait in a queue
Spending so much but you never can do it like me
Bitch I'm so cold, iced tea
Shawty think that I'm dope she like me
The shit that I smoke, fire weed
Gotta split up the dough, sliced cheese
Get it and go, don't sightsee
Ima sip on a four out a pint of lean
Whip down the road, high speed
We might kick in your door, Tai Chi
Trust a bitch that's unlikely
Run the chips up in my Nikes
Youngin lit on the high key
Gon get rich all with this psyche
All this drip they can't dry clean
Got the clique don't try and fight me
He not legit he a hypebeast
Caught a clip we call him Spike Lee
Want a watch no tick on the time piece
Audemar on the wrist gold and lime green
Cop a glock cold blick let the iron heat
Got The Rock so lit look at my team
On my job no shit I been grinding
Popping off with the hits they gon sign me
Watch your thot bro that chick she been eyeing me
Dropping Wok ima sip until I'm asleep
Honestly
Ring leader can't get in my dynasty
These people won't give me no privacy
I'm living a dream this my odyssey
I'm high off this weed I got modesty
If you lying to me that's dishonesty
I'm supplying the heat just so y'all don't freeze
Haters lie in defeat bet I'm on a streak, aye
Yes I'm killing it, make a mil with my villains
For real from the deal and conceal the shit
Fans feeling it, aye they fill up the building
We billing the venue they filming it
We militant, bet we ready for war
We setting the score they irrelevant
They got ill intent, they get sent out the door
I'm ready to soar like a pelican
I'm heaven sent, and they hell bound
So intelligent, they can tell now
I'll never settle for the sell out
Just like heavy metal put the pedal down
Sipping medicine, til I'm mellowed out
Had to get them ends, took a better route
Kid a veteran, been collecting clout
It's so evident, they could never doubt
Bitch I'm so cold, iced tea
Shawty think that I'm dope she like me
The shit that I smoke, fire weed
Gotta split up the dough, sliced cheese
Get it and go, don't sightsee
Ima sip on a four out a pint of lean
Whip down the road, high speed
We might kick in your door, Tai Chi
Trust a bitch that's unlikely
Run the chips up in my Nikes
Youngin lit on the high key
Gon get rich all with this psyche
All this drip they can't dry clean
Got the clique don't try and fight me
He not legit he a hypebeast
Caught a clip we call him Spike Lee
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English

Bitch I'm so cold, iced tea
Shawty think that I'm dope she like me
The shit that I smoke, fire weed
Gotta split up the dough, sliced cheese
Get it and go, don't sightsee
Ima sip on a four out a pint of lean
Whip down the road, high speed
We might kick in your door, Tai Chi
Trust a bitch that's unlikely
Run the chips up in my Nikes
Youngin lit on the high key
Gon get rich all with this psyche
All this drip they can't dry clean
Got the clique don't try and fight me
He not legit he a hypebeast
Caught a clip we call him Spike Lee
If she wanna be my bitch
She'll do exactly as I say
Shordy really such a baddie
But she acting like a saint
When we travel we still pour up
All this Henny on the plane
I've been touring round the country
Making money with the gang
KP always keep it real
What the f*ck these bitches talking bout
I be staying where I'm wanted
This is my terrain
Ops can try invading
But my cronem finna walk em down
Catch em when they slacking
We gon hit them with the f*cking spray
Shordy tell me I'm ambitious
Keep it up you mad persistent
Shoulda checked me for the facts
I had to switch up my position
Cuz of endless bitchess
Setting out to make me non-existent
'Til I came around with money
And my diamonds always glistened, ah
Bitch I'm so cold, iced tea
Your friends wanna roll with the crew
Listened to me they don't listen to you
Don't lie to me baby
Come hop in the coupe like me
Check out my moves, Tai Chi
Louboutin making my shoes
Front of the line I don't wait in a queue
Spending so much but you never can do it like me
Bitch I'm so cold, iced tea
Shawty think that I'm dope she like me
The shit that I smoke, fire weed
Gotta split up the dough, sliced cheese
Get it and go, don't sightsee
Ima sip on a four out a pint of lean
Whip down the road, high speed
We might kick in your door, Tai Chi
Trust a bitch that's unlikely
Run the chips up in my Nikes
Youngin lit on the high key
Gon get rich all with this psyche
All this drip they can't dry clean
Got the clique don't try and fight me
He not legit he a hypebeast
Caught a clip we call him Spike Lee
Want a watch no tick on the time piece
Audemar on the wrist gold and lime green
Cop a glock cold blick let the iron heat
Got The Rock so lit look at my team
On my job no shit I been grinding
Popping off with the hits they gon sign me
Watch your thot bro that chick she been eyeing me
Dropping Wok ima sip until I'm asleep
Honestly
Ring leader can't get in my dynasty
These people won't give me no privacy
I'm living a dream this my odyssey
I'm high off this weed I got modesty
If you lying to me that's dishonesty
I'm supplying the heat just so y'all don't freeze
Haters lie in defeat bet I'm on a streak, aye
Yes I'm killing it, make a mil with my villains
For real from the deal and conceal the shit
Fans feeling it, aye they fill up the building
We billing the venue they filming it
We militant, bet we ready for war
We setting the score they irrelevant
They got ill intent, they get sent out the door
I'm ready to soar like a pelican
I'm heaven sent, and they hell bound
So intelligent, they can tell now
I'll never settle for the sell out
Just like heavy metal put the pedal down
Sipping medicine, til I'm mellowed out
Had to get them ends, took a better route
Kid a veteran, been collecting clout
It's so evident, they could never doubt
Bitch I'm so cold, iced tea
Shawty think that I'm dope she like me
The shit that I smoke, fire weed
Gotta split up the dough, sliced cheese
Get it and go, don't sightsee
Ima sip on a four out a pint of lean
Whip down the road, high speed
We might kick in your door, Tai Chi
Trust a bitch that's unlikely
Run the chips up in my Nikes
Youngin lit on the high key
Gon get rich all with this psyche
All this drip they can't dry clean
Got the clique don't try and fight me
He not legit he a hypebeast
Caught a clip we call him Spike Lee
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Writer: Andrew McDonald, Kyelar Park
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Mak11
Featuring: Kp28
Language: English
Length: 3:45
Written by: Andrew McDonald, Kyelar Park

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