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on my line - karate team lyrics

man these b*tches on my line
they on me ain’t giving them no time
unless you rocking with me fully and running up dollar signs
i need commas baby
and p*ssy from time to time
if you function with the grind
then maybe we both goin’ shine huh

flip that b*tch
get bread bro i might just hit the b*tch
get a hoe whack and go after the older sistеr b*tch
i missed the d*gg*n’ em’ out no f*cks givin up i don’t givе a sh*t
still a b*tch and after i f*ck she back with her n*gga b*tch
cuffing ain’t my thang but i’m down if you running benjamins
if not i don’t want you i’m sn*tching you riches sipping b*tch
f*ck you ain’t it make her pay me this game
crazy b*tch is down for whatever and i told her i’m with the same sh*t
all my n*ggas gettin money we focused on getting papers
a lot of n*ggas that hate but i don’t let this sh*t faze me
a lot of n*ggas will tell you how we young n*ggas gon make it type a n*gga making slaps off a studio in the bas*m*nt
gotta get this sh*t regardless i’m waiting just being patient ain’t no handouts in this world gotta get up and get to taking
and turning nothing into something that’s how a n*gga was raised and no matter what’s going on i’m constantly getting these papers
man these b*tches on my line
they on me ain’t giving them no time
unless you rocking with me fully and running up dollar signs
i need commas baby
and p*ssy from time to time
if you function with the grind
then maybe we both goin’ shine huh

if a b*tch broke and she can’t be serious
if you tryna f*ck i need commas period
the n*gga don’t got it but he prepping for the media
you dumb ass broke boy that’s what i call an idiot
that car full of fake n*ggas know i can’t get in it
my cousin jip on lean cause that n*gga b*tch sipping it
asking me to eat it then you must be trippin b*tch
d*ck like a glock with these hoes i be stripping sh*t
yo belt made in china my sh*t came from italy
everything about your ass fake literally
you broke as a joke tryna f*ck must be kidding me
i’m probably out the way tryna find me as a mystery
they on my line but can’t get no time
why these nerd n*ggas hate they don’t get no shine
it’s crazy how n*ggas snitchin they ain’t getting no crime
broke b*tches ain’t sh*t they can’t get no b*tches
man these b*tches on my line
they on me ain’t giving them no time
unless you rocking with me fully and running up dollar signs
i need commas baby
and p*ssy from time to time
if you function with the grind
then maybe we both goin’ shine huh

it was
me and bro tryna switch lanes
but n*ggas wasn’t on the same thing
we was
chasing after money every day
ducking dodging rollers and the snakes
getting to the back was a mission in the race
that’s what we was doing f*ck them b*tches in our face
they wasn’t talking cash move them out them b*tches out the way
she don’t get it in the town send that b*tch up out of state
told that b*tch get like a banker cause a n*gga need his cake
and she don’t corroborate
that n*gga finish shake
til that b*tch leave me alone get the f*ck up out my face
i be giving b*tches samples hoe you only get a taste
you only just in case cause b*tch i don’t f*ck around 805661 i’m the n*gga in the town
slide through and ask around
if they know yesterday they gon hit you with that
(yeah i was just with him yesterday)
man these b*tches on my line
they on me ain’t giving them no time
unless you rocking with me fully and running up dollar signs
i need commas baby
and p*ssy from time to time
if you function with the grind
then maybe we both goin’ shine huh

i’m the alpha with no leg
play a b*tch like a sega
specialize and flip a cake
lil n*gga get your waiter
b*tch i’m sharper than a razor
can’t worry about no hater
they love you then they hate you
turn your back and then they spray it
solo dolo money mission
be new where the b*tches
used to parking lot pimpin n*ggas trippin then we trippin
f*ck that where the b*tches let’s take them to the room
bust a nut on them sl*ts and i’m gone like vroom
in a state out of state
n*ggas know i’m getting cake
n*ggas touch this f*cking chain i shoot a chopper in his face
karate team new money f*ck them n*ggas acting funny
n*gga used to be bummy got el chapo money
n*gga gotta be a dummy think he taking something from me
get your ass taped up like a motherf*cking mummy
they ain’t giving me a slice i had to steal the whole pie
i’m a chain swing hard cause i’m the motherf*cker guy

- karate team lyrics

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