Prof Chitty Bang lyrics
Chitty Bang
Prof
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[Intro - Prof]
A chitty chitty bang bang
Got my high coming in with the tide
Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind
Oh my, I'm high.. (x2)
[Verse 1 - Prof]
Backwoods got me feeling top billing
In the back of a barbecue arguing with children
Drop top grand-am
Walk off grand slam
Jean Claude Van Damme
Chew bubble gum, talk and dance
Calm down. Man, don't make me call 'bam bam'
Man you a tall ass man
Where'd you get the pants
Do a dance, let me see your hands
Do a dance, 'Shad McCants, ima do my dougy
Smoke a plant, Peter pan, when im feeling muddy
In a jam, well that can be typical
I ain't going to lie ya, lately court has been difficult
Simmer down cowboy, just enjoy the ride
Relax and wait for the tide
So hit mе if you need a chauffeur to rent
I'll give 'еm eye contact
Show 'em how sober I am
[Chorus - Prof]
A chitty chitty bang bang
Got my high coming in with the tide
Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind
Oh my, I'm high.. (x2)
[Verse 2 - Devin the Dude]
Me oh my, the old guy, he's so high
I think he eating on a frito pie
How many sweets? About 3 4 5. Can't count
Dracula teeth in his mouth but no doubt
The dudes got klout, runs a different route
Always in and out, nah.. he ain't sniffing powder
He just naturally crazy, pass the sweets daily
Back and forth, rebound, crash the boards
Run the wood, put it in the hole
Assist to another nigga, as he give it a go
Pick up your ho, she's on the corner of Broadway
Refused to lock my nuts, say they was salty
But I just got through hooping man
She went down on me, shit, who's to blame
Chitty chitty bang bang
I had to pass, she had no ass, titties plain Jane
[Chorus - Prof]
A chitty chitty bang bang
Got my high coming in with the tide
Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind
Oh my, I'm high.. (x2)
[Verse 3 - Jarren Benton]
Yeah, different strain of cannabis I burn on leisure
Stuff a cone and get higher than a perm on Jesus
She smoking her favorite strain
This shit turn on skeezers
I get topped off and dipped
I'm like bitch I don't need ya, pysch
You know I love you when im ripped of reefer
My niggas be hitting trees like a pissed off Keebler, get it?
My grandmomma flushed a zip down the toilet
You don't smoke inside of her house
We on different accordance
It's 420 these bitches out here feeling euphoric
Give me the roses while I'm breathing take a trip to the florist
Legalize it in the A. You know that shit is historic
I'm at a loss for words like a hidden thesaurus
We all be going through it, pray that niggas will flourish
You can catch me in the cut just like a bitches clitoris
Roll it up, light it. Then we lift off in orbit
With Prof and my nigga Devin someone kicking the chorus
[Chorus - Prof]
A chitty chitty bang bang
Got my high coming in with the tide
Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind
Oh my, I'm high.. (x2)
A chitty chitty bang bang
Got my high coming in with the tide
Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind
Oh my, I'm high.. (x2)
[Verse 1 - Prof]
Backwoods got me feeling top billing
In the back of a barbecue arguing with children
Drop top grand-am
Walk off grand slam
Jean Claude Van Damme
Chew bubble gum, talk and dance
Calm down. Man, don't make me call 'bam bam'
Man you a tall ass man
Where'd you get the pants
Do a dance, let me see your hands
Do a dance, 'Shad McCants, ima do my dougy
Smoke a plant, Peter pan, when im feeling muddy
In a jam, well that can be typical
I ain't going to lie ya, lately court has been difficult
Simmer down cowboy, just enjoy the ride
Relax and wait for the tide
So hit mе if you need a chauffeur to rent
I'll give 'еm eye contact
Show 'em how sober I am
[Chorus - Prof]
A chitty chitty bang bang
Got my high coming in with the tide
Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind
Oh my, I'm high.. (x2)
[Verse 2 - Devin the Dude]
Me oh my, the old guy, he's so high
I think he eating on a frito pie
How many sweets? About 3 4 5. Can't count
Dracula teeth in his mouth but no doubt
The dudes got klout, runs a different route
Always in and out, nah.. he ain't sniffing powder
He just naturally crazy, pass the sweets daily
Back and forth, rebound, crash the boards
Run the wood, put it in the hole
Assist to another nigga, as he give it a go
Pick up your ho, she's on the corner of Broadway
Refused to lock my nuts, say they was salty
But I just got through hooping man
She went down on me, shit, who's to blame
Chitty chitty bang bang
I had to pass, she had no ass, titties plain Jane
[Chorus - Prof]
A chitty chitty bang bang
Got my high coming in with the tide
Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind
Oh my, I'm high.. (x2)
[Verse 3 - Jarren Benton]
Yeah, different strain of cannabis I burn on leisure
Stuff a cone and get higher than a perm on Jesus
She smoking her favorite strain
This shit turn on skeezers
I get topped off and dipped
I'm like bitch I don't need ya, pysch
You know I love you when im ripped of reefer
My niggas be hitting trees like a pissed off Keebler, get it?
My grandmomma flushed a zip down the toilet
You don't smoke inside of her house
We on different accordance
It's 420 these bitches out here feeling euphoric
Give me the roses while I'm breathing take a trip to the florist
Legalize it in the A. You know that shit is historic
I'm at a loss for words like a hidden thesaurus
We all be going through it, pray that niggas will flourish
You can catch me in the cut just like a bitches clitoris
Roll it up, light it. Then we lift off in orbit
With Prof and my nigga Devin someone kicking the chorus
[Chorus - Prof]
A chitty chitty bang bang
Got my high coming in with the tide
Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind
Oh my, I'm high.. (x2)
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