Carlos Bandana & Vic Van Gogh - Bruce Chan

Well its the wild style Rey Mysterio
Bitch pussy tighter than a honey nut cheerio
They try and scan my bars cuz
But my style so Friday night it's trivial
Reeboks and a plain T or Jordans and my white T
Im really just a simple guy
But my goals and my needs are so complex
I'm a ninja with a sword except my weapon is my tongue
When I was young my teachers told me I was dumb
It's kinda funny cuz these lyrics are for them
Bruce Lee, kick the flyest shit
And ifI take yo bitch, dont take it personal
Instead take it as a compliment
From who I was to who Im becoming, truly astonishing
Set goals look back and jus to see what Im accomplishing
This-this-this-this
This not elevator music but it elevates yo mind
This not elevator music but it elevates yo mind
This not elevator music but it elevates yo mind
This not elevator music but it elevates yo mind
It's the sonic assassin
Whippin da block
In the flyest of fashion
Shawty digging my captions
Now its lights camera action
Name a boy who got the letters on'em
Bet I'll take his chick and leave his ass last damn he charmin
Smoothest in the game
Your two cents dont mean shit
You can't hate yourself Into a you who's hip
No time for you, I place big bets
Cherry on top, babe you know im high as shit
So dont fuss just naa naa them hips
I'll forever beat it up without an I do
En mi corazon engraved a place to say I love you
I keep it true I aint a fool I'll take'em all to skoo
If they tryna hit me some slick shit I should do
Who tf is you
Came from days hoppin' out the boof whip like 20 fuckin' foos
This not elevator music but it elevates yo mind
This not elevator music but it elevates yo mind
This not elevator music but it elevates yo mind
This not elevator music but it elevates yo mind

Written by:
Carlos Ortega, Victor De La Torre Jr

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