Future - Karate Chop [paroles]

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Future - Karate Chop

Paroles: Karate Chop

[Intro]
You know, it’s just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I’m saying?

[Hook]
Aye, slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a panamera on a young nigga neck (porche)
Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet (she working)
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
bitch a nigga get money, nigga get that
Hold up, brother run it, nigga sell up all the crack
Who can hear that nigga lying, all the words that don’t
I get group up my lil … with the duffer, don’t wanna look
50 thousand on your watch, dark nigga splurge
Hold up ace of spade, bout to sip a coup of syrup
Keep a young nigga working at a buzz a k
I’ma take a phone call, bust a every pay

[Hook]
Aye, slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 2]
Whip it, never cake, just an orange …spider
Young nigga play with keys, nigga type writer
At the pole Jordan got it …our nose snitching, I can put it on a bottle
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at, nigga we gonn put up on you
Young bitch living like janet in the 80’s
We was grinding up from a toup and a baby
Got the girl dripping bit like a Jerry Curl
Got the stuff on cup and it’s full of syrup
Sending all the fronting message, call me, let me work

[Hook]
Aye, slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 3]
Minding like I’m fronting, not you, go back
Killers rob me like I’m gotti
If I trip you know I’m sorry
I be fresh don’t need no stylist
I be geeking on them mollies
Sery makes no…clean
My hair like a triple bean
I got workers like machines
All I do is sit and dream
Have my niggas serve fiends
I get dumber than Orleans

[Hook]
Aye, slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

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