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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Verse Simmonds - Karate Chop (Freestyle) Lyrics


Bitch Why You Fronting On A Nigga, 
You Ain’t All That
We Be Hopping Out The Jag With 
That Strong Pack

I Be Fly Above The Rim, 
What You Call That?
Came From Nothing I Stay Hustlin, 
I Ain’t Going Back

Pop That Pussy Bitch You Know 
I Came To Spend A Grip
Throw 300 At My Nigga 
Just To Cop A Zip

F**k 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**ked In The Rally 
Woke Up In Bugatti

Sorry My Nigga If 
That Was Yoru Shawty
These Bitches Ain’t Shit, 
You Should Know That Already

These Bitches 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 Shit 
And You Know It
Champagne Pour It, 
Tow Up Fin To Blow Up

You Keep Saving All These Hoes, 
Call Your Ass Heroic
Keep Them Snakes About 
That Grass So I Had To Mow It

Ah, My Niggas Holdign That Bow 5th, 
Hit Your Ass With That Oh Shit
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, 
Chopping 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 Snatch A Spider
Young Nigga Play With 
Keys Like A Type Writer
Act On Pole, 

For I Got It Was A Nigga At The Mall
I Don’t Know Snitchin, I Get..On A Bottle
Then A 44 Beamer …With A Rifle
Nigga Where You At, 

Nigga We Gonn Pull Up On You
Young Bitch Nigga 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, 
Chopping 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 Pussy Up Like In The Tell
2 Celphone Ringin At The Same Time
That’s Your Hoe, Calling From 2 Different Phones

Tell That Bitch Leave Me The F**k Alone
See You F**k Her Wrong And I F**k Her Long
I Got A Love Hate Relationship With Molly
I Rather Pop A Olly, And My Dick 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 Bumpin Grind, 

And I Just Received A Package
Them Other Niggas 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 Nigga Must Be Snitching

Cut Them Off Like Karate
Verse, Strike A Bunch Of Narcotics
Pull Up In That New ‘Rarri

Living Like John Gotti, 
Chopping Bricks Like Karate
Strike A Bunch Of Codeine, 

Serving To The Dope Fiends
Blowin Money, Stay Clean, 
Michael Jackson Billy Jean



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