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jayvon deontae – karate chop (ufo remix) lyrics

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[intro: jayvon deontae]
yeah, jayvon deontae, shawn delleyon
this a karate chop, ya bish!!!!

[hook: jayvon deontae]
jayvon, delleyon boy
ufoda boy, ir cl!ck you avoid
r.i.p., destroy
shoot off like a f-cking rocket
too high no i’m not dropping
you fresh boy, just stop it
brain ak load it up and c-ck it

[verse 1: jayvon deontae]
j motherf-cking deo
black and fly like a motherf-cking crow
call y’all special cause you n-ggas moving slow
i’m going legend n-gga f-ck going pro
n-ggas say they want beef, i cook that meat and make pastrami
n-ggas say they go ham, i change that meat to some d-mn salami
y’all as weak as white paper, fold y’all up like oragami
boat up in your girl water, row that boat and make tsunamis
wear black and white, f-ck being racist
i smash these f-cking beats, go and call me rapist
my mouth full of silver, and i ain’t rocking braces
this flows like playing poker, i’m just holding aces

[hook: jayvon deontae]
jayvon, delleyon boy
ufoda boy, ir cl!ck you avoid
r.i.p., destroy
shoot off like a f-cking rocket
too high no i’m not dropping
you fresh boy, just stop it
brain ak load it up and c-ck it

[verse 2: jayvon deontae]
9th aries and pisces to the fourth degree
bout to kick it in this b-tch black bruce lee
bout to visit mars, thanks to them f-cking trees
your chick proposed to this d-ck cause she on her knees
you n-ggas join theatre cause you n-ggas love drama
i’m comfy spitting to you that’s why i wear pajamas
spitting like a llama, i’m hot like some lava
when you seen your girl on top you paused like a comma
yeah my flow is old school call my stuff a t-rex
your girl was on her period, i handed her a tampex
bump swag i got creez, shoutout to the rejectz
your girl show more chest than them t-shirts called v-necks

[hook: jayvon deontae]
jayvon, delleyon boy
ufoda boy, ir cl!ck you avoid
r.i.p., destroy
shoot off like a f-cking rocket
too high no i’m not dropping
you fresh boy, just stop it
brain ak load it up and c-ck it

[verse 3: shawn delleyon]
yeah, shawn delleyon n-gga
yo j, they got ufo f-cked up
b-tch!!!

shawn motherf-cking delleyon
don’t have to say a word, know i carry on
get girls, black, white, even mexicans
j, phaz3, me, hit hard, barry bonds
godd-mn boy i’m up in this thang, let my inner element blow this thang
set streets a blaze and i’m propane, and i’m insane, you n-ggas lame
i bring that pain, you have no brain, and that’s a shame
your girl screams shawn and that’s my name, i’m loaded, aim, (bang)
really how many times do i have to tell you n-ggas
mind really gone, and i pulled that trigger
man another one laid flat, thought he was a k!ller
n-gga who’s realer, 9th aries, mr. delleyon on the song, m e
middle name should be amazing, no condom on, man f-ck your dreams
yom!!

[hook: jayvon deontae]
jayvon, delleyon boy
ufoda boy, ir cl!ck you avoid
r.i.p., destroy
shoot off like a f-cking rocket
too high no i’m not dropping
you fresh boy, just stop it
brain ak load it up and c-ck it

[jayvon deontae talking]
oh y’all thought the song was done? ha!!
naw, you can’t forget my n-gga, lil’phaze, chuck mo’f-cking t!
ya bish!!

[verse 4: lil’phaz3(papi)]
b-tches chasing me in circles, call them hoes some pisces
i got a bad b-tch and her skin matches my white t
y’all hoes spreading out and i don’t think i want no hiv
i spit sick sh-t, inhaling you just might catch a disease
all silver everything, the opposite of t. james
i eat rappers more than veggies, opposite of food chains
i keep bracelets and a bad b-tch just like 2 chainz
we roll joints and p-ss them, dwayne wade, lebron james
f-cking over b-tches like a f-cking p-rn star, like the pack group all riding in my car
got a bad b-tch that i met at the bar, took her home and scored 5 points like a star
polo’s, v-neck’s, i don’t play games like recess
they f-cked the rap game up, now this n-gga pressing reset
swerving like a range rover, i burn you like usher
or touch it like busta, like the bears in the woods
who the f-ck touched my supper, i stay on my grind no pretty ricky
put the bullet in his mouth, now he ain’t saying sh-t like 50
gang bang flow, i make you bleed and leave you walking crippled
my cl!ck go hard like some dimes and some nickles
that psychopathic flow leave ya stuck up in a cage
and that ak 4-7 leave him sleeping in his grave (hahahaha)



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