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ugly - karma & ps hitsquad lyrics

[intro]
syndicate
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[chorus: karma]
look, i ain’t gotta hide my face (my face), like, i’m ugly as f*ck (as f*ck)
two blades on my waist plus a paigon’s face equals bad luck (bad luck, yuck)
do it like juice, get a man splashed up (splash)
how you wan’ beef with the gang? that’s f*cked (eurgh)
juice, tell a man, “ribena” then laugh at your guys like a hyena (hyena)
i might cop a nina (nina), whoosh (bap, bap), rise beater
tryna fill it with hoes like ibiza
made h*lla man look like alopecia (splash)
made h*lla man look like alopecia (yuck)
on my jones, yeah, angelina (one my ones)
i’m short, but it don’t mean none, make you do ten toes like a ballerina (uh*huh)

[verse 1: ps hitsquad]
t*a*p, i won’t leave shows as a free ae (hitsquad, baby)
or i just s*t*a*b (ayy, wet him up), show a man about b*a*d (oh, sh*t)
look, an*anyting b get bun, smoke on a b like a c*a*t (bap, bap)
huh, i’m gassed up, no petty and i do road like a c*a*b (i’m a stepper)
lately, i wanna make bread (i want dough)
i make bread like hovis (eurgh)
or i jump out and toast it (bap)
charged up, you don’t know i’m a voltage? (woof)
ypb be rollin’, ttg, don’t everyone know this? (ttg)
how many of them got marks? call man zuckerberg for them poking’s (wettings)
tap it (we just pull up on slapping’s)
tap it (bap)
i beg man check out the scoreboard (check the statistics)
d*mn it, d*mn it (oh, sh*t)
hitsquad skid ’round there in a four*door (skrrt, skrrt)
panic, panic (massa)
put the stick like dumbledore or it’s like magic when i blam it (bap)
lift up my arm, i ain’t makin’ a toast (bap, bap)
huh, man spill yak (for their bredrins)
nine iron, i ain’t playin’ no golf (nah)
or i stab man up for the chat (wettin’)
do it like bro or do it like ghostbusters and go duppy a prat (rub him out)
if it ain’t drugs, if it ain’t money or guns, i’ll probably say, “f*ck all of that” (say f*ck that, man)
you don’t wanna know what i got in a bag (shh, sh*t)
[chorus: karma]
look, i ain’t gotta hide my face (my face), like, i’m ugly as f*ck (as f*ck)
two blades on my waist plus a paigon’s face equals bad luck (bad luck, yuck)
do it like juice, get a man splashed up (splash)
how you wan’ beef with the gang? that’s f*cked (eurgh)
juice, tell a man, “ribena” then laugh at your guys like a hyena (hyena)
i might cop a nina (nina), whoosh (bap, bap), rise beater
tryna fill it with hoes like ibiza
made h*lla man look like alopecia (splash)
made h*lla man look like alopecia (yuck)
on my jones, yeah, angelina (one my ones)
i’m short, but it don’t mean none, make you do ten toes like a ballerina (uh*huh)

[verse 2: karma]
ayy, listen, i chinged down yutes my colour (my colour)
you wouldn’t even know i think black lives matter (oi)
me and trizzy rs in the ride tryna take man’s life with a knife or hammer (no cap)
i went jail for a drug exchange (i did), but i can’t complain, i could’ve been on mappa
ying, take man’s breath like asthma, really tryna leave a man flat like plasma (splash)
me and my*me and my opps can’t banter (no way)
slide ’round there and release my anger (i do)
on*sight where i get the green light (green light, green light)
no, i don’t know nothin’ about red or amber (oi)
done it bait on a paigon block, i know your local shop still got it on camera (you’re a d*ckhead)
run*run up in your house, santa (oi, oi)
blade in my hand, soak man’s head, it might clean his dandruff (splash)
tryna slap man in a zoot like grabba (tryna bill it)
remember first time i got nicked, my mum said i’m takin’ the mick like jagger (takin’ the mick)
every day, twenty eight day basic, n*ggas can’t tell me ’bout ridin’ bang up (no way)
used to chat to the fam’ on the booth and i feel homesick when the phone did hang up (aw, man)
i sit with my fit like s (like s)
when i ching, yeah, i ching by his chest (ying that), so you better have a stab proof vest (uh*huh)
i ride out in my ran*through creps
it*it*it*it ain’t nothin’ to burn these forces (ain’t nothin’)
the whole gang got a rams’ on leg
all the opp*all the opp block’s been tortured all ‘cah their friend, he need a therapy sesh
[chorus: karma]
look, i ain’t gotta hide my face (my face), like, i’m ugly as f*ck (as f*ck)
two blades on my waist plus a paigon’s face equals bad luck (bad luck, yuck)
do it like juice, get a man splashed up (splash)
how you wan’ beef with the gang? that’s f*cked (eurgh)
juice, tell a man, “ribena” then laugh at your guys like a hyena (hyena)
i might cop a nina (nina), whoosh (bap, bap), rise beater
tryna fill it with hoes like ibiza
made h*lla man look like alopecia (splash)
made h*lla man look like alopecia (yuck)
on my jones, yeah, angelina (one my ones)
i’m short, but it don’t mean none, make you do ten toes like a ballerina (uh*huh)

- karma ps hitsquad lyrics

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