Karma Pt. 2

作曲：Waka Flocka Flame

作词：Waka Flocka Flame

Always a part two to this **

I don't trust **, ** these ** and these **

You heard part one

I don't trust **, ** these ** and these **

Here go part two motherfucka

Brick Squad

Bow, bow, bow, bow

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

All this ** I did coming back around

I ain't gon stop 'til he in the ground

Headshot a **, that's a man down

Momma always working, daddy not around

So I'm gang bangin', click hangin', set trippin', hoppin' out the whip

Renegading, diamonds yellow, they lemonading

Block of roaches, I exterminate 'em

10 bands, that'll terminate 'em

New aves, had to renovate 'em

You a hater, pocket watchin', tryna count my paper

Pocket rocket came with a laser

Ice him now, catch his brother later

All I know his grand and stack the paper

Mix the purp and yellow, ** I'm a Laker

I ain't like him then, I don't like him now

If I want his chain, they gon lay him down

Smoke volume by the half o' pound

Waka Flocka love them gun sounds

Shooters, got 'em on speed dial

I'm a rich ** shoutin', "Fuck trial"

Try me, click-clack, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Meet his maker, undertaker

Quick to catch a fade like a taper

He ain't gangsta, ** he a faker

Cut the beef, I'm a **in' baker

Better shut up, **, my cannon K up

Two-two-three, cut ** like Vega

Get him knocked off for a favor

Don't play no games, this ain't **in' Sega

Just picture frames as I tell 'em spray

I told grandma pray, it's goin' down today

I'm from Clayton County, not the **in' A

** runnin' West, I got a minute late

K with my, it stay with me, ** play with me, ** a fade

I could give a **, we could die today

Sticks with me, DJ Holiday

All my dawgs might ** her face

Got my dawg with my, yeah my **in' Ace

See that tall **, he could tuck a K

Two twin Glocks, call 'em Kid 'n Play

My tee Supreme, like Kenneth Bae

Yellin' Bricksquad!

Every **in' day

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

Father God have my back, I see karma coming back

I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back

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