Karate Frees lyrics

[Intro: ? and Action Bronson]
Action bronson in the building, we gonna get right into it man
We need to...wooo
You know everybody that comes up here gotta - gotta rock it
So I'mma rap

Cookin' Soul

[Verse: 1]
Yo queens sh*t, outdoors men sh*t
Ayo, ayo
She bent over in a mirror taking pictures
Crew a bunch of dykes and some Puerto Rican strippers
From Ridgewood she did her thing just like a b*tch should
But in the morning started burning, I can't p*ss good
I cleared that up though, diver’s scallops - sear ‘em
Seven grams of fuzzy in the palm’ll be the serum
The Rocketeer, out in Switzerland we poppin’ there
Mulatto babiеs cause you know that im a chocolatier
Haze galorе, Asian on the carpet
From the land not from the market
Blunts rolled consecutively
Who every really thought this motha f*cka destined to be?
This type of style on the mic, get razzled - dazzled
Stretch you like pilate
Penetrate your flower then I dip - Karate
The shotty Hollywood, I gave the b*tch a nosejob
And f*ck a new Benz I'd rather cop the old Saab
Velour down short set paired with the cream joints
Wine, I always swirl it and smell it
Make an esteemed choice
Krees - always known to keep a fiend moist
I swear my words’ll have me hopping out the green Royce
Rolls and blunted, crispy chicken, aged cheddar
Bonnie got a block of cheese, no it ain't feta yo
The semi-soft flow master with the hemi-talk
I swear my words have me- Yo -yo -yo -yo-
Uh, holdup
[Verse: 2]
Yo, sh*t
Queens sh*t, yo, yo
This is, young refrigirator peri wrap
[?], in the snow
Heavy beat it, with that .50 cap blow
Mommy bend it over, let the kitty cat show
Mature grapes, walk - the floor shakes
Size 9 in them AC's, [?] style b*tches with pink shorts
Pop and drop your pus*y
Looking for some Nagasaki nookie
That b*tch [?], c*cky out the tushy
Don't even got a f*cking [?]money in this bag for you
And when there is five thousand more, it's just a thanks from you
Now she laughing with your friends, inside your Benz, lighting incencse
[?], just like a princess
Damn, that's the life you want to redefine
You only good for sucking di*k and bagging cheese and dimes
Not even twenties, two hundred million hitter
[?], hop out the Grey Saab, pick of the litter

Yeah, [?] yo
That was just light work man -an -an