Karate Chop

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Nayvadius Cash (born Nayvadius Wilburn on November 20, 1983), better known by his stage name Future, is an American musician from Kirkwood, Atlanta, Georgia. He is signed to the record label Epic Records. more »

You know, 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 and 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 bus' a K
I'ma 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 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 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

Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, LELAND TYLER WAYNE, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, RICO BUICE

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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