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 shit, outdoors men shit 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 bitch should But in the morning started burning, I can't piss 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 fucka 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 bitch a nosejob And fuck 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, shit Queens shit, yo, yo This is, young refrigirator peri wrap Adam Vinatieri in the snow Heavy bidder with that fitted cap blow Mommy bend it over, let the kitty cat show Mature grapes, walk - the floor shakes Size 9 in them AC's, [?] style bitches with pink shorts Pop and drop your pussy Looking for some Nagasaki nookie That bitch [?], cocky out the tushy Don't even got a fucking [?]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 dick 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