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karate chop remix - future lyrics

[intro]
you know, this just some real n-gg- sh-t, a real n-gg- story
you know what i’m saying?

(hook)
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

[verse 1: future]
got a panamera round a young n-gg- neck
got a young b-tch pulling up in a vet
smoke a lot of kush & i have a lot of s-x
had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
b-tch n-gg- get money, n-gg- get that
roll a blunt of chronic, n-gg- sell a lot of crack
you can hit a n-gg- line, order what you want
i can whoop a maserati, pulling up a donk
50, 000 on yo watch, young n-gg- splurge
pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
keep a young n-gg- workin’ gotta buss a cape
i’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

(hook)

[verse 2: future]
whipping up a cake, just to go and sn-tch a spider
young n-gg- play with keys, like a type writer
al capone, john gotti was a n-gg- idol
i was never snitching, i can put it on the bible
in a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
n-gg- where you at, n-gg- we go pull up on ya
young b-tch 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 it’s full of syrup
send it over from lil mexico & 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 p-ssy up like emmett till
yeah…
two cell phones ringin’ at the same time
that’s your ho, callin’ from two different phones
tell that b-tch “leave me the f-ck alone!”
see, you f-ck her wrong, and i f-ck her long
i got a love-hate relationship with molly
i’d rather pop an ollie, and my d-ck 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 b-mp and grind
man i just received a package
them other n-gg-s 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 n-gg- must be snitchin’
cut him off like karate!

(hook)

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