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- Karate Chop (Remix) 歌词 Future Lil Wayne
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- Lil Wayne Karate Chop (Remix) 歌词
- Future Lil Wayne
- 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
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
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
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
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 f**k alone "
See you f**k her wrong and I f**k her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie and my dick is a trolley
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
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
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