Karate Kid lyrics

by

Kasher Quon


[Verse 1: G.T.]
I roll with a bunch of Mozzys and Maxo Kream [?]
Having  lugshery dreams, and them S 63's
I  need that cranberry [?] inside cream
Sipping lean out a cream, right under the palm tree
I stay Geed up, so it's Gucci on the T-shirt
She  wanna give that pus*y up, as fast as you can count to three
Bought  my first pound of green, when I was 17
[?] we break schemes, [?] when we [?]
Toxic like Chuck Inglish, a player like Sir Michael Rocks
Used  to stash my rocks in a sock, I was young and hot
From the outside looking in, you don't get [?]
Cartier on the [?] pockets got a ten

[Verse 2: Damjonboi]
n*ggas don't do it for real, 'cause they playing with this sh*t
Na,  I ain't swiping, b*tch, I spent some bands on this sh*t
b*tch straight, but I ain't want her, hit my mans on thaqt b*tch
Make that work disappear, put my hands on that sh*t
Hit [?] f*ck a check up, get them bands right back
Big Dracos, big 40's, b*tches laying like this
Sneak dissing ass n*ggas, really hams like this
Hit his main b*tch, f*cked his plans like that
Pull a sloppy ass roll [?] just because, huh
Red flag around the Draco, Rambo was a Blood, huh
Seen my favorite dancer twerking, so I put them bands up
b*tch, I'm still spending summer cheese, I never ran out
[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish]
When we hop out this b*tch right, rock out with the top town
Outsides with the rock port, fishtailing [?]
Air tight [?] wrist work, I done followed through
Tenis rackets, swing your side arm, overhead, who you serving to?
We can work it out though
If you need to lose a few pounds
You know we in the house though
Let me make a few calls
Ain't nothing to it but to do it
Yeah, it's cold in the D, [?] hot sh*t to you
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