Karma

Get yo' bitch mouth off my
Now you calling me with the shits

Didn't yo' mama
Tell you about that bitch karma
Didn't I tell you
I don't do petty ass drama
Now you calling me with the shits
Get yo' bitch mouth off my dick
Now you calling me with the shits
Get yo' bitch mouth off my dick

Gossiping shit bout' me behind my back
Funny thing is all you bitches are wack
Tryna be like the next pair of shoes walking
Smile in my face yet you doing all this talking
I tried to reason with you
Now you tryna play me like I'm a fool
Faking for internets that you can't break
Spending your last on shit that you can't take

But who am I
Who am I to judge you
We know the truth
Monkey see, monkey do
Taking from us no blessings coming through
In God we lust for we know what we do
Faking for us made us uncomfortable
Who can we trust when their out to get you
Welcome to hell this shit is living proof
Welcome to hell this shit is living proof

Didn't yo' mama
Tell you about that bitch karma
Didn't I tell you
I don't do petty ass drama
Now you calling me with the shits
Get yo' bitch mouth off my dick
Now you calling me with the shits
Get yo' bitch mouth off my dick

I see you tryna make a way with your hands out
That ain't proper protocol, nigga so you need to stand down
Attacking characters when your mental is bound to drown
Chilling with the fakes like they know what the fuck they talking bout

But who am I
Who am I to judge you
We know the truth
Monkey see, monkey do
Taking from us no blessings coming through
In God we lust for we know what we do
Faking for us made us uncomfortable
Who can we trust when their out to get you
Welcome to hell this shit is living proof
Welcome to hell this shit is living proof

Didn't yo' mama
Tell you about that bitch karma
Didn't I tell you
I don't do petty ass drama
Now you calling me with the shits
Get yo' bitch mouth off my dick
Now you calling me with the shits
Get yo' bitch mouth off my dick



Credits
Writer(s): Tave Harris
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