Karma

No na you don't want this smoke
Ain't bout to let that shit slide no
I know you thought you got away
You fucked with the wrong one today
You thought that you could do me
I heard your new bitch is choosy
Pictures of me and my nga on the gram
I know that you see, booty juicy
And now I'm getting phone calls from your mom
Well, bitch fuck your son
I heard she dropped you for a NBA'er, and that that side chick that you hits in labor
I smile when I hear your problems, yeah

I love you karma
Oh that's that karma
I, I love you karma
Oh that's that karma
I love you, I love you
Yeah, Oh that's that karma
I, I, I love you karma
Oh that's that karma, yeah
I love you, I love you

Y'all some old young ns
That's why you mad nobody fuck with ya
You can't keep up stay out the way
I don't gotta do the drama, I slay
Me and my people Gucci
That's that good karma ooey
We be high as fuck on first class flights like we in the movies
Sipping champagne looking bougie
Now I'm getting DM's from ya pops, yeah I see where you got it from
Lost the game, stop tryna be a player
Fronting so hard but it's goin hit you later
I smile when I hear your problems, yeah

I love you karma
Oh that's that karma
I, I love you karma
Oh that's that karma
I love you, I love you
Yeah, Oh that's that karma (oh that's that yeah)
I, I, I love you karma
Oh that's that karma (oh that's that yeah) yeah
I love you, I love you



Credits
Writer(s): Reginald J Andrews, Joseph M Blocker, Curtis C Cortez Robertson, Vander L. Lockett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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