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Luow - Karma Lyrics



Luow - Karma Lyrics




Quick to zip a bitch
I got shooters that come with clips
I got rulers that aim for lips
Measure on it bout 36
It go through ya its not bbs
You might need ya' some more ccs
Yo' face gon' be on all tvs
Send a bullet yo way Drew Brees
I got bros pull up in pick ups
You better run get your wind up
It's a cold world like it's winter
Will take a nigga plate dinner
Lift a nigga like my weight up
And now all his family hate us
Abusive bros they beat cases
Illiterate can't write statements
When you up on them good times
Don't let Karma come and get ya'
Everybody you step on still
Stuck on ya' shoe yea they with you
And when you up they going to hate
Fake and lie straight to your face

Check the way I be jugging
Check the way I be moving
Check the way I be stepping
Look ma I got all my foot in
I got to get it I'm hungry
I just want piece of the pudding
So bitch I'm filling my stomach
Eating this track like it's goodies
I got exotic new bitches
Whipping exotic new Bentleys
Dishing out hundreds and fifties
Cause thats the way I be living
I got her shaking her titties
And with her man acting different
Cause a young nigga be dripping
I swear there hoes be ridiculous
And them people steady running up on me for a picture
Don't pay no mind I just roll my gas in a swisher
One thing I am is a lane switcher
Like a faucet im drippin'

Quick to zip a bitch
I got shooters that come with clips
I got rulers that aim for lips
Measure on it bout 36
It go through ya its not bbs
You might need ya' some more ccs
Yo' face gon' be on all tvs
Send a bullet yo way Drew Brees
I got bros pull up in pick ups
You better run get your wind up
It's a cold world like it's winter
Will take a nigga plate dinner
Lift a nigga like my weight up
And now all his family hate us
Abusive bros they beat cases
Illiterate can't write statements
When you up on them good times
Don't let Karma come and get ya'
Everybody you step on still
Stuck on ya' shoe yea they with you
And when you up they going to hate
Fake and lie straight to your face

Smash mouth nigga yea my cup stay muddy
Young nigga flexing know my wrist stay flooded
Ice on my necklace I just spent yo' budget
Might work for the bank the way we stack money
Got to go get it
Young nigga know imma' kill it
And when I hit it I kill it
Up out the park like good riddance
Diamonds too water they dripping
It got me damp as them women
When I come out and it glisten
I guarantee they gon' listen
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Quick to zip a bitch
I got shooters that come with clips
I got rulers that aim for lips
Measure on it bout 36
It go through ya its not bbs
You might need ya' some more ccs
Yo' face gon' be on all tvs
Send a bullet yo way Drew Brees
I got bros pull up in pick ups
You better run get your wind up
It's a cold world like it's winter
Will take a nigga plate dinner
Lift a nigga like my weight up
And now all his family hate us
Abusive bros they beat cases
Illiterate can't write statements
When you up on them good times
Don't let Karma come and get ya'
Everybody you step on still
Stuck on ya' shoe yea they with you
And when you up they going to hate
Fake and lie straight to your face

Check the way I be jugging
Check the way I be moving
Check the way I be stepping
Look ma I got all my foot in
I got to get it I'm hungry
I just want piece of the pudding
So bitch I'm filling my stomach
Eating this track like it's goodies
I got exotic new bitches
Whipping exotic new Bentleys
Dishing out hundreds and fifties
Cause thats the way I be living
I got her shaking her titties
And with her man acting different
Cause a young nigga be dripping
I swear there hoes be ridiculous
And them people steady running up on me for a picture
Don't pay no mind I just roll my gas in a swisher
One thing I am is a lane switcher
Like a faucet im drippin'

Quick to zip a bitch
I got shooters that come with clips
I got rulers that aim for lips
Measure on it bout 36
It go through ya its not bbs
You might need ya' some more ccs
Yo' face gon' be on all tvs
Send a bullet yo way Drew Brees
I got bros pull up in pick ups
You better run get your wind up
It's a cold world like it's winter
Will take a nigga plate dinner
Lift a nigga like my weight up
And now all his family hate us
Abusive bros they beat cases
Illiterate can't write statements
When you up on them good times
Don't let Karma come and get ya'
Everybody you step on still
Stuck on ya' shoe yea they with you
And when you up they going to hate
Fake and lie straight to your face

Smash mouth nigga yea my cup stay muddy
Young nigga flexing know my wrist stay flooded
Ice on my necklace I just spent yo' budget
Might work for the bank the way we stack money
Got to go get it
Young nigga know imma' kill it
And when I hit it I kill it
Up out the park like good riddance
Diamonds too water they dripping
It got me damp as them women
When I come out and it glisten
I guarantee they gon' listen
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Writer: Kentrell Davis
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Performed By: Luow
Length: 3:01
Written by: Kentrell Davis

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