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Future lyrics : "Karate Chop (Remix) (Feat Lil Wayne)"

You know
This just some real ^!$$% %#@!, yeah real ^!$$% story
You know what I'm saying?

(Young Mula babbyyy)

[Chorus - Future]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that 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, Billy Jean


[Verse 1 - Future]
Got a Panamera 'round a young ^!$$% neck
Got a young (*##$ pulling 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
(*##$ ^!$$% get money, ^!$$% get that

Roll a blunt of chronic, ^!$$% sell a lot of crack
You can hit a ^!$$% line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk

50,000 on yo' watch, young ^!$$% splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young ^!$$% workin', gotta buss a cape

I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

[Chorus - Future]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that 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, Billy Jean


[Verse 2 - Future]
Whip another cake, just to go and snatch a Spider
Young ^!$$% play with keys like a type writer

Al Capone, John Gotti was a ^!$$% idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4-door Beamer, driving with a rifle

^!$$% where you at? ^!$$% we go pull up on ya
Young (*##$ looking like Janet in the '80s
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby

Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got the Styrofoam cup and it full of syrup
Send it over from New Mexico and let me work

I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Chorus - Future & (Lil Wayne)]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends (yeah)

Blowing money, stay clean (check me out)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Who bad?


[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills

'Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Yeah, beat that #~!!@ up like Emmett Till
Yeah... ahaha

Two cell phone ringin' at the same time
That's your hoe, callin' from two different phones
Tell that (*##$: 'leave me the $#&@ alone'

See you $#&@ her wrong, and I $#&@ 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 ^!$$%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 ^!$$% must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate

[Chorus - Future & (Lil Wayne)]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics (yeahhh)
Pull up in that new 'rrari (Young, Young)
Living like John Gotti (Young, Young, Young)
Chopping bricks like karate (Young Mula babbbyyyy)
Drink a bunch of codeine (syrup)

Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean (stay clean)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Who bad?

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