Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Karate Chop , by - Future. Song from the album First Class Flights, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.03.2013
Record label: Harlem king entertainment
Song language: English
Karate Chop |
| You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| Slang a bunch of narcotics |
| Pull up in the new 'rarri |
| Living like John Gotti |
| Chopping bricks like karate |
| Drink a bunch of codeine |
| Serving to the dope fiends |
| Blowing money, stay clean |
| Michael Jackson, Billy Jean |
| Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck |
| Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet |
| Smoke a lot of kush &I have a lot of sex |
| Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check |
| Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that |
| Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack |
| You can hit a nigga line, order what you want |
| I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk |
| 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge |
| Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup |
| Keep a young nigga workin' gotta buss a cape |
| I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday |
| Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider |
| Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer |
| Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol |
| I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible |
| In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle |
| Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya |
| Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's |
| We was grinding up from a tube and a baby |
| Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl |
| Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup |
| Send it over from Lil Mexico &Let me Work |
| I can get 36 for a clean shirt |
| Pop a lot of pain pills |
| Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels |
| Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till |
| Yeah… |
| Two cell phones ringin' at the same time |
| That’s your ho, callin' from two different phones |
| Tell that bitch «leave me the fuck alone!» |
| See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long |
| I got a love-hate relationship with Molly |
| I’d rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly |
| Boy, I’ll bury you like Halle |
| And these hoes say I’m blind, |
| Cause I don’t see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind |
| Man I just received a package |
| Them other niggas taxin' |
| And my pockets so fat, I’m startin' to feel contractions |
| And my cousin went to jail for them chickens |
| And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin' |
| Cut him off like karate! |