JACQUEES lyrics : "Karate Chop(Remix) [Quemix]"
You know, This just some real ^!$$% %#@!, a real ^!$$% story
You know what I'm saying?
(Hook)
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
(Verse 1: Future)
Got a Panamera round a young ^!$$% neck
Got a young (*##$ pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
(*##$ ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
(Hook)
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
(Verse 2: Future)
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young ^!$$% 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, ^!$$% we go pull up on ya
Young (*##$ looking like Janet in the 80′s
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
(Hook)
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
(Verse 3: Lil Wayne)
Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that #~!!@ up like Emmett Till
Yeah?.
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that (*##$ ?leave me the $#&@ alone!?
See, you $#&@ her wrong, and I $#&@ her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other ^!$$%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!
(Hook)
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
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