Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Karate / Never Hesitate, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Karate / Never Hesitate |
| Cup full of gin, I want her and her friend |
| I might fuck once, but I never ever call again |
| Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man |
| Fuck the police, I go HAM |
| Hit her from the back like, «Damn!» |
| Damn! |
| How you get all that? |
| All that OG in my joint, how you hit all that? |
| I be always movin' forward, I ain’t never movin' backwards |
| Natural with the talent, I don’t ever have to practice |
| And since we talkin' practice bitch, I’m ballin' just like Iverson |
| My new bitch immaculate and I’m so used to traffickin' |
| I be with the baddest bitch and best believe I’m stabbin' it |
| I hit her with the magic stick, my car could do a magic trick |
| You can’t lock me down baby, let me live my life |
| Whip a four into a six, 'cause baby I’m not nice |
| Ayy, you ain’t bossed up nigga, you can’t change that price |
| Tried to short me, got him on the phone like, «Make that right» |
| Got a plane to catch, we can only fuck for 30 minutes |
| Say she got a man, but she say she love me when I’m in it |
| I’m a real nigga, scratch my tattoos when I hit it |
| Fuck her real good, make her call a Uber when I’m finished |
| That’s my nigga Chev, I get to the bag |
| Flight came wit' a bed, yo' bitch give me head |
| Like, «Ooh!», ooh she smart |
| This a spaceship, this a robot, watch it park |
| Cup full of gin, now we’re huntin' her friend |
| I might fuck once, but I never ever call again |
| Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man |
| Fuck the police, I go HAM |
| Hit her from the back like, «Damn!», (ooh) |
| I can see the plot (ooh) |
| Ooh, I just bagged a thot (ooh) |
| Diamonds, they be dancing macarena in my watch |
| Sippin' Faygo, servin' Legos baby, you know I have blocks, ayy |
| Mother-fuck the neighbours, they was wishin' that it stop, woo |
| Gun in my crib and we gettin' it André |
| Gettin' them Benjamins all day |
| No I ain’t payin' attention, my charm is a artist, my chain a magician |
| Pourin' and drinkin', I’m sippin', I’m in there one time roll that dank and I’m |
| finished |
| And my bitch bad like Dennis the Menace, I gave her the business |
| I just fucked your baby mama, ooh boy, you the enemy |
| Text and said she sick and need the dick, she want the remedy |
| I just want the headshot, I just want the Kennedy |
| Got to rappin' like I’m Wopo, don’t know what got into me |
| Cup full of gin, now we’re huntin' her friend |
| I might fuck once, but I never ever call again |
| Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man |
| Fuck the police, I go HAM |
| Hit her from the back like, «Damn!» |
| Pounds of good smoke |
| Used to smoke blunts, but now it’s paper she roll (two) |
| And I’m with some gangstas, gangstas |
| And I’m with some gangstas |
| Uh, heaven and glory |
| She so high tellin' me stories |
| Puttin' on for the G’s before me |
| We the motherfucking gang, Army, Navy, Air Force |
| Blowin' KK got me airborne |
| Gettin' comfortable’s what I’m here for |
| Confidence in my approach, the fans wanna hear more |
| Therefore, I built this whole belief that I’ma stand on the foundation, |
| that’s real |
| Smokin' on what Beatrix wanted to do to Bill |
| Chill, as my driver turns the wheel |
| Rollin' papers, never let the paper stand still |
| I’m on a mission and I can, will |
| Eliminate the competition to destroy the enemy, just gotta break the image |
| How do I anticipate |
| What I need in my relationship with you |
| How do I never hesitate |
| When I’m afraid and don’t understand what to do |
| Got your nigga emotional |
| Goin' through his feelings |
| Never fit in but always manage to get my dividends |
| We at the crib, bring your friends |
| I could show you how I live |
| Say you want to fuck but it depends |
| I met her at Penn, leave 'em in the wind |
| Hardly ever call them again |
| Swedish bitch, call her Harley Quinn |
| Nigga, your squad hardly win |
| I could just send out one call them hoes fallin' in |
| They cheerin' for the kid 'cause I’m ballin' |
| Winter, spring, summer, fall, I just want it all |
| Got a joint rolled for each and every one of y’all |
| All my clothes is recent, all my hoes is decent |
| Can’t join us or beat us |
| How do I anticipate |
| What I need in my relationship with you |
| How do I never hesitate |
| When I’m afraid and don’t understand what to do |
| Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers |
| Pullin' up to Ubers, wakin' up the neighbors |
| Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers |
| Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers |
| Fallin' asleep, wakin' up days later |
| Huh-huh-huh-huh |
| And it ain’t about the clout nigga |
| It’s about getting paid and smokin' out |
| That’s what we about |
| Hah-hah-hah-hah |