Karate Chop (Remix) (Remix|Explicit)

Karate Chop (Remix|Explicit) - Future/Lil Wayne (李爾·韋恩)

You know This just some real ni**a sh*t a real ni**a 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 d**e fiends

Blowing money stay clean

Michael Jackson Billy Jean

Got a Panamera round a young ni**a neck

Got a young b**ch 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

B**ch ni**a get money ni**a get that

Roll a blunt of chronic ni**a sell a lot of crack

You can hit a ni**a line order what you want

I can whoop a Maserati pulling up a donk

50 000 on yo watch young ni**a splurge

Pop a ace of spade bottle sip a lot of syrup

Keep a young ni**a 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 d**e fiends

Blowing money stay clean

Michael Jackson Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake just to go and snatch a spider

Young ni**a play with keys like a type writer

Al Capone John Gotti was a ni**a idol

I was never snitching I can put it on the Bible

In a 4 door beamer driving with a rifle

Ni**a where you at ni**a we go pull up on ya

Young B**ch 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 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 d**e 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 p**sy 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**ch "leave me the f**k alone "

See you f**k her wrong and I f**k 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 ni**a 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 d**e fiends

Blowing money stay clean

Michael Jackson Billy Jean