Karma (Album Version)

Karma (Album Version)

Lloyd Banks

[Chorus]
I am the one you denied
Brushed me off every time tried
But I'm alright
I'm able to swallow my pride
And put all the bullshit to the side
If you ready to ride
I'm down for a one night stand
I'll accept it any way that I can
'cause I ain't yo man
I'll try for whatever its worth
Just remember who played who first

I can't keep my eyes off ya
I can tell why them other guys lost ya
The kinds red an a flying saucer
That's what I can offer
Similarities and characters
Haven't ya heard the word around town
How I get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
An that ass was you
Got my dick hard as a missile
Don't hop on top
'cause I ride around with a pistol
N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue
If you was mine id introduce you to momma girl
Your styling your moves n your nirvana
I'm so used to you're Prada
Taking trips to Houston its hotta
Throwing that Al Green n using that impala
Lay my jewels on my collar
Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd
Trying to squeeze in but you wouldn't bother
But I ain't either
Soon as I realize that I ain't either
She in a rush to get close to me but I ain't eager

[Chorus]

Like I don't mean to bother you
But your sex appeal is remarkable
You make a G wanna walk around in a park with you
There ain't no telling what kinda things that I'm a start to do
If I get wrapped up on your ass to fast
I can tell you feel the same 'cause when I ask you laugh
So I'm a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math
I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath
But I'm buggin'
'cause I can see you right in the hood when I pass
I'm never stapled 'cause business is on my ass
But you can be the one I visit before I dash
An I admit I been the type to hit n split
But you can blame me for the females that I been getting with
'cause most of these broads have there eyes on my grits
Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an'
N if you ain't worth it then that's all you get
I ain't gonna blame you I'm gonna blame them tricks
'cause

[Chorus]

You seem like your attitude
Only appears when I'm mad at you
In several situations n that includes
When I'm gone to long ridin' through them avenues
As soon as I get home this room is a scattered boos
You know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed
N you're girlfriends trying to sandwich me
My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat
'cause I come from the hood where the hammers be
I move fast but at a switch pace
N I pop in a Listerine strip before you get all up on a bitch face
Moving your body like this
Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris
I don't know no one hotter then twis
You got my temperature risin' from your hips to you're thighs an
That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon
It comes naturally I don't bribe em
Its easy as, 1, 2, 3 n I slide em

[Chorus]

Written by JACKSON, CHARLES / YANCY, MARVIN / LLOYD, CHRIS / DOBY, GREGORY M
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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