Karma (feat. Jeordxn)
And I would never cheat on you
I know it's gonna take some time for you to trust me again, but
I'll be here to wait for that
Um
I love you, John
Yeah, I had to get to the racks
Got an A12 on me, finna blow out your back
And no, I'm not a father, but my girl calling me dad
But I drip it down in rigs, cause my girl is hella bad
How did I get it? I do not know
Got a team with me and we stay on go
Got a bro down my back, tell my bro they gon' blow
Get away from me, I don't love these hoes
But I love my girl, tell her don't cheat
Swear I'll buy you diamonds, rubies, and pearls
Fuck them other girls
Yeah, my shawty is hella bad
She playing my songs when I hit from the back
I'm counting the bag while I'm gripping her ass
She's listening to my songs, saying that I'm spazzed
I go put it over your head, I swear I want you dead
I got the good karma, that's the girl that you want in your bag
But I got her in my mind, I kill for my girl and I do all the time
Core is my baby and she is all mine
When I talk to her, try to make you recline
And I'm breaking her back
She break up with me, then I'm coming right back
I pull up in a scat
Audi R8 and it came out black
Try to go and run, try to take out your bag
I'ma shoot at his feet and I'm making it flat
Oh, I miss you bad
Baby, come home, you know where I'm at
Oh, you know where I'm at
You know where I'm at
You know where I'm at, baby
You know where I'm at
I pull up in a Beamer
Trouble on me is a steamer
I pull up in a Tahoe
They hate me cause I block hoes
Got him running down the street
Chasing matters for pot hoes
Don't come up, acting mean
Cause I swear I clock hoes
She got the pink panties like Baby King
440 crushed it, great cream
Man, I love my baby
Your other hoes drive me crazy
Call me for good lacing
Damn, my girl so tasty
Your other boys can't face me
Hop in the Hemi, get racing
Four in the dash, I'm going too fast
I got that road rage, hope I don't crash
I hope my baby see me last
When I die from a low, cause all I have
When it's on me, don't make me mad
That big body chopper, I swear it ain't no scratch
I'm talking like, take off his face
I love my baby, do it your way
In court, baby, know where I stand
I know it's gonna take some time for you to trust me again, but
I'll be here to wait for that
Um
I love you, John
Yeah, I had to get to the racks
Got an A12 on me, finna blow out your back
And no, I'm not a father, but my girl calling me dad
But I drip it down in rigs, cause my girl is hella bad
How did I get it? I do not know
Got a team with me and we stay on go
Got a bro down my back, tell my bro they gon' blow
Get away from me, I don't love these hoes
But I love my girl, tell her don't cheat
Swear I'll buy you diamonds, rubies, and pearls
Fuck them other girls
Yeah, my shawty is hella bad
She playing my songs when I hit from the back
I'm counting the bag while I'm gripping her ass
She's listening to my songs, saying that I'm spazzed
I go put it over your head, I swear I want you dead
I got the good karma, that's the girl that you want in your bag
But I got her in my mind, I kill for my girl and I do all the time
Core is my baby and she is all mine
When I talk to her, try to make you recline
And I'm breaking her back
She break up with me, then I'm coming right back
I pull up in a scat
Audi R8 and it came out black
Try to go and run, try to take out your bag
I'ma shoot at his feet and I'm making it flat
Oh, I miss you bad
Baby, come home, you know where I'm at
Oh, you know where I'm at
You know where I'm at
You know where I'm at, baby
You know where I'm at
I pull up in a Beamer
Trouble on me is a steamer
I pull up in a Tahoe
They hate me cause I block hoes
Got him running down the street
Chasing matters for pot hoes
Don't come up, acting mean
Cause I swear I clock hoes
She got the pink panties like Baby King
440 crushed it, great cream
Man, I love my baby
Your other hoes drive me crazy
Call me for good lacing
Damn, my girl so tasty
Your other boys can't face me
Hop in the Hemi, get racing
Four in the dash, I'm going too fast
I got that road rage, hope I don't crash
I hope my baby see me last
When I die from a low, cause all I have
When it's on me, don't make me mad
That big body chopper, I swear it ain't no scratch
I'm talking like, take off his face
I love my baby, do it your way
In court, baby, know where I stand
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Writer(s): Luh Krazy
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