Karate Kid
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作曲 : Luis Marte/Semaja Render/Fredriquez Chaney/Jonas Gunnes Gumdal

Drip day and night and I'm living my life

Dropping the top at the light with my slime

Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes

Drop and I got me a million on time

I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime

*****s ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire

Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside

Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you

Karate kid, I chop-chop the block

Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock

Wifin' my mother****in' diamonds, I'm married

My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry

I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary

I ain't bought my mama no mother****in' Jared

Proud 'bout my bag, *****, I'm tellin' you dearly

I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me

12 keep on questionin' me, shit, I ain't hearin' it

The roof on the mother****in' coupe, disappearin' it

Trappin' in traps, count that money, securin' it

Everybody 'round me some hitters, ain't fearin' it

I'm rockin' ice clouds, that diamond my watch

Her ***** on lock, she moppin' my ****

***** popped her a Perc', she ready to ****

That ***** had ******, it made me say, "Wow"

Rockin' these Diors, I got on Givenchy

Quese and Young Shawty, they clutch on the semi

Might **** from the back and I bust on her *****

That coupe in LA and we got this ***** litty

Maybachs, I'm in it, matted the Bentley

Givin' 'em stick talk from bad ****s and tension

YSL Bubba gon' whip in the kitchen

He slatt and he with it, he slime out the trenches

Drip day and night and I'm living my life

Dropping the top at the light with my slime

Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes

Drop and I got me a million on time

I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime

*****s ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire

Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside

Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you

Karate kid, I chop-chop the block

Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock

Wifin' my mother****in' diamonds, I'm married

My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry

I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary

I ain't bought my mama no mother****in' Jared

Proud 'bout my bag, *****, I'm tellin' you dearly

I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me

Drippin' and spillin', this shit is precise

Ain't leavin' no witness, we never think twice

Play with the gang, you gamble your life

That thirty shoot flames, examples on sight

These hollow tip ******s, they skip and they flip

I'm with Hood Baby, these *****s need milk (Hood Baby)

Comin' through sprayin', we flippin' these clips

Your ***** don't use hands, put **** on her lip

We set a fire on your block with these sticks

Comin' through spillin', this shit got a stick

*****, we the topic, we stay in the mix

I'm with Lil Gotit, we flippin' your *****

Make it a hobby, we drip like a *****

Don't need a stylist, offendin' me, *****

Tinted my ear, solitaires, they glitch

Clean up your block, we gon' mop with the stick

Drip day and night and I'm living my life

Dropping the top at the light with my slime

Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes

Drop and I got me a million on time

I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime

*****s ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire

Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside

Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you

Karate kid, I chop-chop the block

Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock

Wifin' my mother****in' diamonds, I'm married

My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry

I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary

I ain't bought my mama no mother****in' Jared

Proud 'bout my bag, *****, I'm tellin' you dearly

I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin'

作曲 : Luis Marte/Semaja Render/Fredriquez Chaney/Jonas Gunnes Gumdal

Drip day and night and I'm living my life

Dropping the top at the light with my slime

Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes

Drop and I got me a million on time

I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime

*****s ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire

Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside

Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you

Karate kid, I chop-chop the block

Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock

Wifin' my mother****in' diamonds, I'm married

My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry

I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary

I ain't bought my mama no mother****in' Jared

Proud 'bout my bag, *****, I'm tellin' you dearly

I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me

12 keep on questionin' me, shit, I ain't hearin' it

The roof on the mother****in' coupe, disappearin' it

Trappin' in traps, count that money, securin' it

Everybody 'round me some hitters, ain't fearin' it

I'm rockin' ice clouds, that diamond my watch

Her ***** on lock, she moppin' my ****

***** popped her a Perc', she ready to ****

That ***** had ******, it made me say, "Wow"

Rockin' these Diors, I got on Givenchy

Quese and Young Shawty, they clutch on the semi

Might **** from the back and I bust on her *****

That coupe in LA and we got this ***** litty

Maybachs, I'm in it, matted the Bentley

Givin' 'em stick talk from bad ****s and tension

YSL Bubba gon' whip in the kitchen

He slatt and he with it, he slime out the trenches

Drip day and night and I'm living my life

Dropping the top at the light with my slime

Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes

Drop and I got me a million on time

I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime

*****s ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire

Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside

Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you

Karate kid, I chop-chop the block

Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock

Wifin' my mother****in' diamonds, I'm married

My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry

I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary

I ain't bought my mama no mother****in' Jared

Proud 'bout my bag, *****, I'm tellin' you dearly

I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me

Drippin' and spillin', this shit is precise

Ain't leavin' no witness, we never think twice

Play with the gang, you gamble your life

That thirty shoot flames, examples on sight

These hollow tip ******s, they skip and they flip

I'm with Hood Baby, these *****s need milk (Hood Baby)

Comin' through sprayin', we flippin' these clips

Your ***** don't use hands, put **** on her lip

We set a fire on your block with these sticks

Comin' through spillin', this shit got a stick

*****, we the topic, we stay in the mix

I'm with Lil Gotit, we flippin' your *****

Make it a hobby, we drip like a *****

Don't need a stylist, offendin' me, *****

Tinted my ear, solitaires, they glitch

Clean up your block, we gon' mop with the stick

Drip day and night and I'm living my life

Dropping the top at the light with my slime

Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes

Drop and I got me a million on time

I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime

*****s ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire

Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside

Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you

Karate kid, I chop-chop the block

Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock

Wifin' my mother****in' diamonds, I'm married

My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry

I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary

I ain't bought my mama no mother****in' Jared

Proud 'bout my bag, *****, I'm tellin' you dearly

I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin'

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