Karma Lyrics by Lloyd Banks

Karma Lyrics

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    Yeah, yeah...
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    CHORUS
    I am
    The one you denied
    Brushed me off - everytime I tried
    But I'm alright
    I'm able to swallow my pride
    And put all the bullshizzle to the side
    If ya ready to ride
    I'm down for the one night stand
    I'll respect it any way that I can
    Cuz I ain'tcha man
    I'll try for whatever its worth
    Just remember who played who first

    I can't keep my eyes off you, I can tell why them other guys lost you
    They kinda rented a flying saucer
    And thats why I can offer
    Similarities in our characters
    Haven't ya heard the word round town
    How I get down?
    They all whistle...
    Everybody pardons official
    And that ass witchu got my dick hard as a missle
    No pop up top cuz I ride around with a pistol
    If they pull us over I'll be out of town with a issue
    If you was mine, I'd introduce you to my home girl
    Your style and your boots are Gabana
    I'm so used to your Prada
    I take trips cuz out in Houston its hotter
    Don't want the Al Green - just use that Impala
    Make my jewels in my collar
    Ya had me feelin like a fool when I holla'd
    Tryina squeeze in but you wouldn't botherd
    And I ain't either
    Soon as I realize that I ain't neither
    She in a rush to get close to me but I aint eager
    Shiiiit....

    CHORUS

    Look
    I don't mean to bother you
    But your sex appeal is remarkable
    You Make a G wanna walk around in the park witchu
    There ain't no tellin the kinda things Ima start to do
    If I get wrapped up on your ass too fast
    I can tell you feel the same as when I asked you last
    So I'ma
    Leave it at that
    Take a hint and put in my math
    I imagine your body look twice as good in the bath
    And I'm buggin - cuz I can see you right in the hood when I pass
    I'm never stable cuz business is on my ass
    But you can be the one that I visit before I dash
    And I admit I been the type to hit the split
    But you can't blame me for the females that I been gettin wit
    Cuz
    Mosta these broads has had they eyes on my brick
    Til they ink your shizzle and learn to be satisfied with the dick (Yeah)
    If you ain't worth it - thats all you get
    I ain't gon blame you, I'ma blame all you tricks
    Cuz...

    CHORUS

    Seems like your attitude, only appears when I'm mad atchu
    And seperate situations occured and that includes
    When I'm gone too long, ridin through them avenues
    As soon as I get home theres rumors and scattered boos
    You know my fantasy...
    Am I feelin things? And can this be?
    Your girlfriend tryina sandwich me
    My hearts colder than sandwich meat
    Cuz I
    Come from the hood where the hammers be
    I move fast but I switch pace
    And pop a listerine strip in
    Before you get all up in the b!tch face
    Movin your body like this...
    Gon make me blow like a bottle of Cris
    Man I dunno. No, and how did it twist
    Ya got my temperature risin
    From your hips and your thighs and
    And that glare in your eyes'll brighten up the horizon
    It comes naturally, I don't rob em
    Easy as one ... two ...
    Three... and I slide in

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