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jg trigga - karate chop (remix) كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
yea
you know what it is man
future
chop chop chop chop chop

[hook: future]
slang a bunch of narcotics
pull up in that new rari
livin like john gotti
chopping bricks like karate
drink a bunch of codeine
serving to the dope fiends
blowing money, stay clean
michael jackson, billie jean

[verse 1: jeremih]
carry a bottle and i’m on my coup
hey girl just leave yo man
you know he’s fool fool
he got cuckoo problems
i got boo cuckoo
just mocking for giato
that’s them loose do do
all you know so soon
i just hear soon soon
trash she just been that on
i go blue for two
naaaa, this not in rotation
blue jean pin that’s my elevation
-ss so low
trying to my asians
hop up on a plane with no destination
shorty got that brain
they say what’s so cool
running all these trains
all we do so soon

[hook: future]
slang a bunch of narcotics
pull up in that new rari
livin like john gotti
chopping bricks like karate
drink a bunch of codeine
serving to the dope fiends
blowing money, stay clean
michael jackson, billie jean

[verse 2: jg trigga]
fruity loops jeans
lil weezy rapping king
rest in bed lemme sleep
so holla me…
b-tches drinking lotta, see?
crazy -ss working dolla
over get it mean…
a$ap ferg, rocky team
summer jam team
iggy gonna be the queen…
cali-fornia ima be
spitting my rapping, kid
so lemme be
demin jeans tight hard
rip it let it free
girl you look so fine drop that
-ss over me…
drop it in ducati
rolling roll royce and red fer-rari

(hook)
slang a bunch of narcotics
pull up in that new rari
livin like john gotti
chopping bricks like karate
drink a bunch of codeine
serving to the dope fiends
blowing money, stay clean
michael jackson, billie jean

[verse 3: wiz khalifa]
bandana on the k, that’s a karate chop
hit him one time, he’ll lose a body part
takin shots of gin, smoking til my lungs are dark
i’m a taylor gang n-gga, i ain’t got a heart
for that new car dark, i just got a plot
i’m a f-ckin rap star, i ain’t got a boss
911 skirtin’, see me ridin’ in the shirtless
it’s curtains, you worthless
you hurtin’, for certain
rollin’ up a pound of kush, karate choppin’ trees
true sleeve, jet li, i got the best weed
i was only 14 when i started rappin’
features down in mozaic when they started clappin’
i’m from
where they

yea, my n-gga future
this beat is so so rich

[hook: future]
slang a bunch of narcotics
pull up in that new rari
livin like john gotti
chopping bricks like karate
drink a bunch of codeine
serving to the dope fiends
blowing money, stay clean
michael jackson, billie jean

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