Song: | Good Karma |
Singer: | SleazyWorld Go |
Music: | chris made |
Lyrics: | SleazyWorld Go, chris made, KXVI |
Album: | More Than A Shooter (2024) |
Good Karma Lyrics
Hello?
Hello?
What you on? What wrong with you?
Why you say that?
Just don’t sound, sound like somethin’ wrong with you
Idiot, look at what you did
Mm, same old, same old, [?] do
Doin’ the same sh!t he always do
Mm, what he do now?
Cheatin’ and then he want to beat my ass about it like always
Bae, I’m good karma (Good karma)
I took you from right up under him, he wasn’t bein’ humble (Humble)
He had you, but like a ball, he dropped you when he fumbled (Fumbled)
He thought he was too high to fall, then his ass tumbled (Tumbled)
You deserve more than that (That)
Wobble when she walk because her ass just so damn fat (Fat)
And when I be in it, I tell her to throw it back (Back)
She told me you was small, you couldn’t reach in her guts like that (Uh)
How we be f**kin’, she said y’all ain’t never f**k like that
Boy, you a fake gangster, she said you ain’t even cut like that
Why you cappin’? (Why you cappin’?)
You beat her ass, you think you tough, you ain’t no savage (Ain’t no savage)
Try that sh!t on a real n!gga and watch what happen (Watch what happen)
She put makeup on ’cause you bruised her
Think you a winner because you won, n!gga, you a loser (You a loser)
You ain’t gon’ understand what you missin’ until you lose her (‘Til you lose her)
‘Cause she got kids, you don’t think another n!gga gon’ choose her (Stupid)
But I’m here to tell you wrong
I’m the n!gga gon’ pay attention every time you don’t (For real)
And I’m the n!gga gon’ look out for her every time you won’t (For real)
Treat her like a queen (Queen), all designer things
Ass look good in dresses, but it sit tighter up in jeans (For real)
Squirted on the sheets and left my boxers filled with cream (sh!t)
Girl, I’m what you need, uh, listen to me, please (Please)
I’m tryna come over, so can you tell him to leave? (Tell him leave)
And I know you ain’t feelin’ right
Cheatin’ on the n!gga even though he wrong, you ain’t that type (You ain’t that)
f**kin’ with him so long, this n!gga been wastin’ away your life (For real)
f**k with a richn!gga, l’ma buy you pearls and ice (Ice)
I’ma take you out on flights (Flights), l’ma take you out on dates
I’ma do the sh!t for you, I know he won’t because he can’t (He can’t)
I’ma bring you flowers, l’ma catch you if you faint (For real)
After I hook you, I like the way you walk ’round the house up in my tank
Yeah, that lil’ sh!t (Lil’ sh!t), I like it (I like it)
The way that pu$y taste so good, I just might bite it (Just might bite it)
And when you text my phone, I get so excited
And when you hug me, I hold you the tightest (Hold you tight)
I can’t make this song about you, I ain’t even write it (I ain’t even write)
Said everything I felt about you ’cause I couldn’t type it (I ain’t type it)
Shoot my shot through Instagram, feel like I was snipin’ (Feel like I was shootin’)
Up in vanish mode, conversation is closed (Conversation closed)
sh!t up in vanish mode
Our conversation closed
Between me and you
Let’s go
Uh