Jackie Chan Lyrics - Gucci Mane

feat. Migos 

Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic 

'now he one in the trunk' 

Go pack in the blunt because I'm in it slow 

'smoking a blunt in my truck in the front 

You like it, I leave it, I leave it alone 

'I'm hitting the bong and I leave it alone 

Lean and Patrone, I know that it's wrong 

I know that it's wrong, I jug on the phone 

The day that they came, the day that they gone 

The day of the business conduct with a tone 

Gucci ass nigga, we back in the business 

My pockets, my piggy, I'm back on m throne 

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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 

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Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang 

Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain 

Alligator belt, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring 

The jade, the lyrical cane, they sniffing the dope on my ring 

You know that I'm a magician, the place, I get it inflicted 

This lean is killing my kidneys, these birds are singing like Whitney 

Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking, I came a long way from that midget 

To pull up in Honda Civics, to chopper on the top of my Bentley 

'I was smoking on Jackie, my eyes is shaky 

My money is long like a slinky, I fought with a Bentley like Pinky 

I'm Jackie Chan in my city, wherever I go I'm good I can kick it 

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 

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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 

Meet Chris Tucker, run through trucker, got pulled over 'cause we two black brothers 

Chris Tucker start laughing, man, this shit here ain't funny, man 

Rush Hour traffic, smoking Cadi's, diamond right like Jackie Chan 

Kush got hit like Jackie Chan, better get, nigga, chopping ours 

Nigga told me who's back balling, two weeks later he was' 

Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch falling, Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch falling 

Put your hands up for the black man, keep your eyes open for the black van 

Gucci say we better pack, man, no Pac man, it's 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 

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan 

My ring hit like Jackie Chan 

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