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• Artiste: Future
• Titre: 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]