Paroles de Karate Chop (Remix) de Future, Lil Wayne, Young Buck

You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?


[Refrain] Future
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Young Buck
Pop a couple mollies, get my head right
Breakin down bricks, you done stay at night
50 on my wrist, baby told me stuntin
I'm gon pay my bitch bills every month
I just touched down, smelling like 100 pounds
Hear that money sound every time I come around
You ain't talkin bout racks, nigga get back
All them hoes you be chasin, I done hit that
Fuck a gold chain, nigga go and buy a bird
I'm getting money, sippin syrup, fuck what ya heard
Beat a murder case, niggas know I bust a K
Keep some young niggas with me, they be touchin yay
Okay

[Refrain] Future
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Future
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young nigga play with ki's, 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 two and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Refrain] Future
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Lil Wayne
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 fuck alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck 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!

[Refrain] Future
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean


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