pink samurai ft. XRey & Donatello Lyrics

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop chop

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

Choppin' these hoes like kung fu choppin' these hoes like what it do

Got that thing wet like monsoon, shorty top off like sun roof

She tryna enter the dragon lil baby done fell off the wagon

Now she stutterin' shit like we on the game and she said she laggin

Lil baby I don't judge or budge on that thing, you my subtle love I don't change

Yeah, we can cuddle up, with no strings, then we gon' huddle up, it's no games, I know

She just got that wax off Miyagi, Shorty got tats all on her body

Hit the brakes, back off, Kawasaki, Nothin' but real niggas around me

Y'all shit watered down and too lousy You niggas soft as shit like Downy

Was lost for a while until I found me, Still the realest in my county

Bitch, I'm a dog, fuck a bounty Move 6 to 305 like Lowry

Look at my wrist and bitches start drownin' Catalog immaculate and astounding

My head a perfect fit for a crownin' Count checks like I work for accounting

Bitch, for my kin, I move mountains

My name in every room, I got surround sound

So when you niggas see me, you better bow down

We could settle this once and for all

Man to man, no army, no bounty hunters

How do you reply, Samurai?

One of a kind like the last dragon, mixing shrooms with the lean is a bad habit

Know it's stashed in my coat like Inspector Gadget

Got a bitch doin' coke at the beauty pageant

I don't like ice, but I need a patek just to mount on the wall for when time was tragic

Nigga want war then I'm with the static

The katana on me, and I'll let you have it

Yeah, chop it up, if I slice off his head, who gon' mop it up

I ain't asking' for head ain't no toppin' us

My phantom troupe, we gon' run amok

Still got the glow Bruce Leroy, Everything I put on, look tough (look tough)

If you thinkin' you fuckin' with me boy

He gon' have to find out, Sho Nuff (who's the master)

Cherry Blossom in the field, My blade got a high chance of gettin' kills

I got the fury like workin' for shield, I fight with honor when I carry the steel

Sons and daughters better hide em for real

Opps is comin' and it come from the hills Can't trust niggas, so we killin' the bills

Say I'm cookin', I got hibachi skills (hai)

Uh huh

Don't concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory

Finally a worthy opponent