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verse simmonds - karate chop (freestyle) lyrics

b-tch why you frontin on a n-gg-, you ain’t all that
we be hoppin out the jag with that strong pack
i be fly above the rim, what you call that?
came from nothin i stay hustlin, i ain’t goin back
pop that p-ssy b-tch you know i came to spend a grip
throw 300 at my n-gg- just to cop a zip
f-ck a tellie girl let me hit it in the whip
let your man rock the boat, i’m tryina sink the ship
started at onyx, we ended at follies
the turn up was real, and she hopped on the molly
she know that i’m famous, she came out to party
we f-cked in the rally woke up in bugatti
sorry my n-gg- if that was yoru shawty
these b-tches ain’t sh-t, you should know that already
these b-tches is sticks so i’m up in they bellies
i hit in the act like i’m all in the hurry
yaaah, i’m the sh-t and you know it
champagne pour it, tow up fin to blow up
you keep saving all these hoes, call your -ss heroic
keep them snakes about that gr-ss so i had to mow it
ah, my n-gg-s holdign that bow 5th, hit your -ss with that oh sh-t
specialist with that face lift
white girl with that nose pop, they start sucking, they won’t stop
i promise y’all with that boom flop
it’s that karate kid on that chop chop

verse, strike a bunch of narcotics
pull up in that new ‘rarri
living like john gotti, choppin bricks like karate
strike a bunch of codeine, serving to the dope fiends
blowin money, stay clean, michael jackson billy jean
whippin never cake just a born sn-tch a spider
young n-gg- play with keys like a type writer
act on pole, for i got it was a n-gg- at the mall
i don’t know snitchin, i get..on a bottle
then a 44 beamer …with a rifle
n-gg- where you at, n-gg- we gonn pull up on you
young b-tch n-gg- like janet in the 80’s
we was grinding up from a 2 and a baby
got the girl drippin wet like a jerry curl
gotta stop for a cup in it full of syrup
tin it over, …let me work
i can get better sip for a clean shirt
i strike a bunch of narcotics, pull up in that new rarri
living like john gotti, choppin bricks like karate
strike a bunch of codeine, serving to the dope fiends
blowin money, stay clean, michael jackson billy jean

who bad, pop a lot of pain pill, bout to put rim on my skateboard wheel
beat that p-ssy up like in the tell
2 celphone ringin at the same time
that’s your hoe, calling from 2 different phones
tell that b-tch leave me the f-ck alone
see you f-ck her wrong and i f-ck her long
i got a love hate relationship with molly
i rather pop a olly, and my d-ck is trolly
boy i bury you like holly,
you mean so say i’m blind
cause i don’t see nothing wrong
with a little b-mpin grind, and i just received a package
them other n-gg-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, man that n-gg- must be snitchin
cut them off like karate

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