Lucky Daye - Karma lyrics
Lucky Daye [David Debrandon Brown] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lucky Daye - Karma lyrics]
I got me a new girl, call herself Karma
Told her if I ever got the chance to
I'd come and meet her mama
The curves on her body got
Me burnin' through rubbers (Uh)
So good, we go zero to sixty
I leave and she miss me
Now she wanna kiss me, whoa
Know I better slow it down
I'm going too fast
Keep on playing with her trigger
She might shoot back
She was cool with them shoes and a new bag
Now she wanna keep me to herself
Won't do that
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Told you I would call back
But now you won't answer
So petty, all these diamonds and charms
Drippin' all down your arm
Still don't know what you want
But I'm the biggest fan now
I'm backstage throwin' tantrums
I wait for you in a line, I don't mind
Doing crime was the fine
I'ma pay that ass, then some
Know I better slow it down
I'm going too fast
Keep on playing with a trigger
She might shoot back
Then she get cool with the
Whole crew, now you like, "Who that?"
I was your dude, now you're like, "Who?"
Bitch, that shit rude, yeah
(Won't stop coming around)
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
She like to come, she won't stop coming
She like to play, she won't stop playing
I'm at the Days Inn, late night blazin'
Push it to the limit 'til my heart racing
Only thing we know for sure
Is everything we sayin'
Hopefully it's safe beside 'em
Writing with my play pen
All in her playpen, want to see if she taken
But I'd rather say naythin'
I'd rather say nothin'
The signs be so blatant but
I know she be bluffin' i know she be fakin'
Yellow tape it with caution
I know we just fuckin'
Got my heart in a coffin
Awesome, with me and her
It'll never be cuffin' just karma
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Some motherfuckin' bullshit
So what if I'm the one for you
And you the one for me?
Since we ain't get up on the wrong foot
You not fuckin' with it now?
What the fuckin' talk kinda shit that is
But I like you, man
Told her if I ever got the chance to
I'd come and meet her mama
The curves on her body got
Me burnin' through rubbers (Uh)
So good, we go zero to sixty
I leave and she miss me
Now she wanna kiss me, whoa
Know I better slow it down
I'm going too fast
Keep on playing with her trigger
She might shoot back
She was cool with them shoes and a new bag
Now she wanna keep me to herself
Won't do that
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Told you I would call back
But now you won't answer
So petty, all these diamonds and charms
Drippin' all down your arm
Still don't know what you want
But I'm the biggest fan now
I'm backstage throwin' tantrums
I wait for you in a line, I don't mind
Doing crime was the fine
I'ma pay that ass, then some
Know I better slow it down
I'm going too fast
Keep on playing with a trigger
She might shoot back
Then she get cool with the
Whole crew, now you like, "Who that?"
I was your dude, now you're like, "Who?"
Bitch, that shit rude, yeah
(Won't stop coming around)
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
She like to come, she won't stop coming
She like to play, she won't stop playing
I'm at the Days Inn, late night blazin'
Push it to the limit 'til my heart racing
Only thing we know for sure
Is everything we sayin'
Hopefully it's safe beside 'em
Writing with my play pen
All in her playpen, want to see if she taken
But I'd rather say naythin'
I'd rather say nothin'
The signs be so blatant but
I know she be bluffin' i know she be fakin'
Yellow tape it with caution
I know we just fuckin'
Got my heart in a coffin
Awesome, with me and her
It'll never be cuffin' just karma
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Karma, Karma, Karma
She won't stop coming around
Some motherfuckin' bullshit
So what if I'm the one for you
And you the one for me?
Since we ain't get up on the wrong foot
You not fuckin' with it now?
What the fuckin' talk kinda shit that is
But I like you, man