Linked up wit G
Now I'm on to sumn
Told them hoes that it's gon quick
Left the motor runnin
All star... know them hoes checkin for me
Don't be askin questions homie
Know i keep that weapon on me
Air it out
My Ghetto ass still box
Get yo ass knocked out
Show what my hood about
Nigga this nawfside
Drop a pin, slide down on ya
Forgot you niggas is homeless
Sharing floor space you and yo homies
The nerve of these niggas tryna talk dine on me
Get yo fronts knocked out
Tryna diss Jaytona
Real whoop shit
Ion do no rap beef
Brodie keep the street sweeper close like a space heater
You gon have pay people
Mine just wanna shoot it
2:12 stay dangerous blood
Then they movin roun
Bangin wit the ruger out
Give a nigga flashbacks
Never was a jacker
But the beef is where I'm brackin at
Runnin fades back to back
Or we all rumble
Punches get to flyin you'on know who stole ya
Nigga I'm aktive
She Say my red rag attractive
Oh yeah baby
Lemme see backflip
You Wit the action
Lick her lips like what's hannin
Turned around and started dancin
Baby shake that ass then
Tryna see if it's real
Hands kinda full
Tryna cop me a feel
Put it on my mama
You won't find a nigga like me
I'm the type to hit it big
Still show up in a white tee
No jewels
Still smoke gas
I Still throw hands
I'll whoop yo ass
Nawfside
Don't play that shit
She ain't my type
But I'll take yo bitch
Then yell switch
Pass her to my potna
We don't love these hoes
That's what dogg pound taught us
So you can't even fault us
Hell nah i ain't eatin
Maybe if its water
Come here baby lemme see it
I'm the Type to park the benz
Just so i can floss the regal
Broccoli on the steamer
I don't see you as my equal
Stack the money high
Breakin bread wit all my people
You don't get it
How I'm eating
Kus yo mind too feeble
Buzzin like a beeper
All on the wood grain
Tat me on her titty boy
Call me 2 chains
Big body bidness
Ima need 2 lanes
The f*ckin Olympic torch
To yo lil as flame
Karate Klass Video (MV)
Jaytona - Karate Klass Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Linked up wit G
Now I'm on to sumn
Told them hoes that it's gon quick
Left the motor runnin
All star... know them hoes checkin for me
Don't be askin questions homie
Know i keep that weapon on me
Air it out
My Ghetto ass still box
Get yo ass knocked out
Show what my hood about
Nigga this nawfside
Drop a pin, slide down on ya
Forgot you niggas is homeless
Sharing floor space you and yo homies
The nerve of these niggas tryna talk dine on me
Get yo fronts knocked out
Tryna diss Jaytona
Real whoop shit
Ion do no rap beef
Brodie keep the street sweeper close like a space heater
You gon have pay people
Mine just wanna shoot it
2:12 stay dangerous blood
Then they movin roun
Bangin wit the ruger out
Give a nigga flashbacks
Never was a jacker
But the beef is where I'm brackin at
Runnin fades back to back
Or we all rumble
Punches get to flyin you'on know who stole ya
Nigga I'm aktive
She Say my red rag attractive
Oh yeah baby
Lemme see backflip
You Wit the action
Lick her lips like what's hannin
Turned around and started dancin
Baby shake that ass then
Tryna see if it's real
Hands kinda full
Tryna cop me a feel
Put it on my mama
You won't find a nigga like me
I'm the type to hit it big
Still show up in a white tee
No jewels
Still smoke gas
I Still throw hands
I'll whoop yo ass
Nawfside
Don't play that shit
She ain't my type
But I'll take yo bitch
Then yell switch
Pass her to my potna
We don't love these hoes
That's what dogg pound taught us
So you can't even fault us
Hell nah i ain't eatin
Maybe if its water
Come here baby lemme see it
I'm the Type to park the benz
Just so i can floss the regal
Broccoli on the steamer
I don't see you as my equal
Stack the money high
Breakin bread wit all my people
You don't get it
How I'm eating
Kus yo mind too feeble
Buzzin like a beeper
All on the wood grain
Tat me on her titty boy
Call me 2 chains
Big body bidness
Ima need 2 lanes
The f*ckin Olympic torch
To yo lil as flame
Now I'm on to sumn
Told them hoes that it's gon quick
Left the motor runnin
All star... know them hoes checkin for me
Don't be askin questions homie
Know i keep that weapon on me
Air it out
My Ghetto ass still box
Get yo ass knocked out
Show what my hood about
Nigga this nawfside
Drop a pin, slide down on ya
Forgot you niggas is homeless
Sharing floor space you and yo homies
The nerve of these niggas tryna talk dine on me
Get yo fronts knocked out
Tryna diss Jaytona
Real whoop shit
Ion do no rap beef
Brodie keep the street sweeper close like a space heater
You gon have pay people
Mine just wanna shoot it
2:12 stay dangerous blood
Then they movin roun
Bangin wit the ruger out
Give a nigga flashbacks
Never was a jacker
But the beef is where I'm brackin at
Runnin fades back to back
Or we all rumble
Punches get to flyin you'on know who stole ya
Nigga I'm aktive
She Say my red rag attractive
Oh yeah baby
Lemme see backflip
You Wit the action
Lick her lips like what's hannin
Turned around and started dancin
Baby shake that ass then
Tryna see if it's real
Hands kinda full
Tryna cop me a feel
Put it on my mama
You won't find a nigga like me
I'm the type to hit it big
Still show up in a white tee
No jewels
Still smoke gas
I Still throw hands
I'll whoop yo ass
Nawfside
Don't play that shit
She ain't my type
But I'll take yo bitch
Then yell switch
Pass her to my potna
We don't love these hoes
That's what dogg pound taught us
So you can't even fault us
Hell nah i ain't eatin
Maybe if its water
Come here baby lemme see it
I'm the Type to park the benz
Just so i can floss the regal
Broccoli on the steamer
I don't see you as my equal
Stack the money high
Breakin bread wit all my people
You don't get it
How I'm eating
Kus yo mind too feeble
Buzzin like a beeper
All on the wood grain
Tat me on her titty boy
Call me 2 chains
Big body bidness
Ima need 2 lanes
The f*ckin Olympic torch
To yo lil as flame
Writer: Jermaine Metoyer
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid