Future feat. Lil Wayne Karate Chop (remix) Lyrics

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You know, this just some real ***** ****, a real ***** 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 ***** neck
Got a young ***** 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
***** ***** 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 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 ***** 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 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 ***** 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 **** 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!

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
Honest Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Look Ahead
  • 2 T-Shirt
  • 3 Move That Dope
  • 4 My Momma
  • 5 Honest
  • 6 I Won
  • 7 Never Satisfied
  • 8 I Be U
  • 9 Covered n Money
  • 10 Special
  • 11 Benz Friends (Whatchutola)
  • 12 Blood, Sweat, Tears
  • 13 Big Rube Speaks
  • 14 Side Effects
  • 15 I'll Be Yours
  • 16 How Can I Not
  • 17 Sh!t
  • 18 Karate Chop (remix)
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