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Artist: Future Atl
Total songs: 5
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Karate Chop Lyrics - Singles - Future Atl

You kExplainnow, 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 jerry 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 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 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 

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