Letra de Karate Chop Remix
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[Intro]
You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I’m sayin’?
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new ‘Rarri
Livin’ like John Gotti
Choppin’ bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of Codeine
Servin’ to the dope fiends
Blowin’ money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch pullin’ up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush and 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 whip a Maserati, pullin’ up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a Ace of Spades bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga workin’ gotta buss a cape
I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Future]
Whippin’ 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 four-door Beamer, drivin’ with a rifle
Nigga where you at? Nigga we gon’ pull up on ya
Young bitch looking like Janet in the 80′s
We was grindin’ up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl drippin’ wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
‘Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that pussy up like…
Two cell phones ringin’ at the same time
That’s your hoe, callin’ from two different phones
Tell that bitch leave me the fuck alone
See, you fuck around, and I’ll 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
And 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, man, that nigga must be snitchin’
Cut him off like karate…
[Hook]
You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I’m sayin’?
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new ‘Rarri
Livin’ like John Gotti
Choppin’ bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of Codeine
Servin’ to the dope fiends
Blowin’ money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch pullin’ up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush and 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 whip a Maserati, pullin’ up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a Ace of Spades bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga workin’ gotta buss a cape
I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Future]
Whippin’ 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 four-door Beamer, drivin’ with a rifle
Nigga where you at? Nigga we gon’ pull up on ya
Young bitch looking like Janet in the 80′s
We was grindin’ up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl drippin’ wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
‘Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that pussy up like…
Two cell phones ringin’ at the same time
That’s your hoe, callin’ from two different phones
Tell that bitch leave me the fuck alone
See, you fuck around, and I’ll 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
And 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, man, that nigga must be snitchin’
Cut him off like karate…
[Hook]
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