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young dellz - karma lyrics
yea, un-huh, ha, free “benji”
free “kuntry”, rest in peace “lee”
hook
karma’s a b—h, i’m from a city where n—-s
die so i stay with a stick, love making music i
stay in the booth n—-s mad at me now cause
i keep making hits, karma’s a b—h, f–k with
my clique, you’ll get hit by my shooters i won’t
make a diss, look at my wrist, diamonds h-lla
cold, they yellow gold look like it’s flooded
with p-ss, karma’s a b—h, i’m from a city where
n—-s die so i stay with a stick, love making
music i stay in the booth n—-s mad at me now
cause i keep making hits, karma’s a b—h, f–k
with my clique, you’ll get hit by my shooters i
won’t make a diss, look at my wrist, diamonds
h-lla cold, they yellow gold look like it’s flooded
with p-ss
verse 1
look, a lot of b—–s did me shady, a lot of
n—-s tried to play me, i’m still screaming free
my cousin “kuntry” even though my family going
crazy, you f–k with my clique you’ll get hit by
my shooters ain’t no need for me to make a diss
i need a vacation away from this negative s–t
really need to take a trip, these b—–s be
telling lies on me, these n—-s be telling lies too
i can’t let no n—a ride on me, as soon as i see him
i’ma shoot, i got a b—h that could dance, we both
got them fans so you know we both got them bands
i got a b—h that got plans she h-rny as f–k right
now she got her hands in my pants, i fell in love with
haurache’s, you fell in love with a thotty, i just let the
b—h top me cause i ain’t really like her body
diamonds got a n—a lit, i feel like the s–t, and i ain’t
even got a potty, love all my n—-s cause i already
know they got me, shout out to “benji” that’s bobby
shout out to “benji” that’s “bobby”, yo life a game
my n—a, that s–t older than “atari”, don’t f–k with
my gang lil n—a, if so then you gone feel sorry, yo
life a game my n—a, that s–t older than “atari”
don’t f–k with my gang lil n—a, if so then you gone
feel sorry
hook
karma’s a b—h, i’m from a city where n—-s
die so i stay with a stick, love making music i
stay in the booth n—-s mad at me now cause
i keep making hits, karma’s a b—h, f–k with
my clique, you’ll get hit by my shooters i won’t
make a diss, look at my wrist, diamonds h-lla
cold, they yellow gold look like it’s flooded
with p-ss, karma’s a b—h, i’m from a city where
n—-s die so i stay with a stick, love making
music i stay in the booth n—-s mad at me now
cause i keep making hits, karma’s a b—h, f–k
with my clique, you’ll get hit by my shooters i
won’t make a diss, look at my wrist, diamonds
h-lla cold, they yellow gold look like it’s flooded
with p-ss
verse 2
look, i started off with just a nickle but now i got
green like a pickle, f–k with my team leave you
crippled, i ball for that green b—h i dribble, i stay
with that steam cause i’m little, you run up on me
you gon’ wish you never ran up on me, i’ma k!ll you
and your homie, f–k all the phonies, shout out all
my homies, these b—–s ain’t want me but now
they all on me, “buka” my brother my slash shooter
put that on my mother we got mad rugers, bought
a rollie like i had to do it, now i can’t wait til i get it
flooded, diamonds on me i don’t never tuck it, i dare
a n—a to try to touch it, i’m getting money you live
off a budget, your b—h all on me said she wanna
suck it, almost said f–k it, i was f—–g bugging
to get bread as a younging was selling onions, even
mamma couldn’t tell me nothing, she was talking but
i didn’t listen, said i might get shot if i don’t go to
prison, f–k a opp i hope he end up missing, f–k a
cop cause i ain’t with the snitching, if a n-gg- dissing
sh-lls what i’m sending, yo life a game my n—a, that
s–t older than “atari”, don’t f–k with my gang lil
n—a if so then you gon’ feel sorry
hook
karma’s a b—h, i’m from a city where n—-s
die so i stay with a stick, love making music i
stay in the booth n—-s mad at me now cause
i keep making hits, karma’s a b—h, f–k with
my clique, you’ll get hit by my shooters i won’t
make a diss, look at my wrist, diamonds h-lla
cold, they yellow gold look like it’s flooded
with p-ss, karma’s a b—h, i’m from a city where
n—-s die so i stay with a stick, love making
music i stay in the booth n—-s mad at me now
cause i keep making hits, karma’s a b—h, f–k
with my clique, you’ll get hit by my shooters i
won’t make a diss, look at my wrist, diamonds
h-lla cold, they yellow gold look like it’s flooded
with p-ss
yea, karma, what goes around comes back around
i call that karma, i don’t know who i could trust, i
done did bids for n—-s, i done put my life on the
line for n—-s, it’s like none of that s–t even
matter, s–t crazy, every time i turn around i can’t
trust n-body cause n—-s doing me shady, that’s
why i call that s–t karma, what goes around comes
back around i call that s–t karma, remember that
never forget it
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