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Karma lyrics

Performer Tre$o

Karma song lyrics by Tre$o official

Karma is a song in English

(Blao!)
(Get it and go)

I know most of these niggas be bitches
That's why I'm not responding to these niggas in my mentions
Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business
My shooter got that Cashcpp, I say ""SMOKE!"" he get to trippin' like
Woah, hey, yea, SMOKE!
Shit it's been a minute,
I woke up out my slumber in that Raf like Mr. Simmons
Said I can't pop no pill unless I'm just tryna forget it
So back up off me nigga, off that RX nigga killer, hollon'

I was down and I had to go save me
I remembered I'm the one that made me
cin't no money amount finna' change me
Hoe these industry niggas can't play me
But if the money right then it can change me
Let me run up my M's no complaining
Middle fingers, make it rain on Hades
I'm in two worlds, Doctor Strange
Yeah, as much as I smoke they watch me like El Chapo
Tuesday and Thursday, I be where you not bro
Superfly Snuka, I'm up on the top rope
I got the racks in the back like a Costco
Pretty boy Tre$o, yeah like Flacko
Hot potato, I'm passing the Glock ho'
Throw the triangles up, NY top floor
K hit his whip, nigga thought it was potholes

I know most of these niggas be bitches
That's why I'm not responding to these niggas in my mentions
Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business
My shooter got that Cashcpp, I say ""SMOKE!"" he get to trippin' like
Woah, hey, yea, SMOKE!
Shit it's been a minute,
I woke up out my slumber in that Raf like Mr. Simmons
Said I can't pop no pill unless I'm just tryna forget it
So back up off me nigga, off that RX nigga killer, hollon'

In the Camp, I don't see no squares
Big Vill' when I'm in my lair
and I like my bitch, she rare
Ima fuck, then she do my hair
and I know my fate somewhere up in the pot
I ain't gone reach in this bitch, ima rock
Say ima just post in this bitch with my Glock
I got all these clothes, I don't even go shop, hollon'
Okay, I ain't talking bout' the old days
I was sad down to the soul aye
Shit I had almost went the wrong way
The Devil want to put my soul ablaze
I'm made of gold, I cant throw that away
See UFO's taking niggas away
If you see the beam, that's the Glock in yo face,
Up, up and away huh

I know most of these niggas be bitches
That's why I'm not responding to these niggas in my mentions
Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business
My shooter got that Cashcpp, I say ""SMOKE!"" he get to tripping like
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