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don’t make me laugh! - karmamøb lyrics

[intro]
all the opps mad i’m getting paper without trying
turn an opp to a pilot, 45. gon’ leave them flying
talking sh*t ’bout my past, little b*tch, i do not hide it
s*shoutout karmamøb, f*ck house cat alliance, b*tch i’m—
(this is a certified hood classic!)
issbrokie suka!
you remember when kurti too cool used to do that?
anyway, it’s great having friends that don’t f*ck minors, i know you can’t relate
meaning ferret sushimi with joe rogan right now
and i just bought a pc, i’m in the f*cking zone

[chorus]
all the opps mad i’m getting paper without trying
turn an opp to a pilot, 45. gon’ leave them flying
talking sh*t ’bout my past, little b*tch, i do not hide it
s*shout out karmamøb, f*ck house cat alliance

[verse 1]
b*tch, i’m so violent with the flows i been writing
got a goth b*tch riding, she look just like billie eilish
lеave ’em so silent
mixеd the wok with the sprite i call that sh*t science
that boy music ain’t alright, it got me straight dying
that boy steady tryna’ box me, rock me
because if you don’t you getting knocked deep, donkey
kick you in the face lil b*tch like baki
i be gunning, that boy running just like foxy, too c*cky
discord rapper wanna dox me
do it b*tch, go on and pull up on me
get off your computer, b*tch, you know i keep it on me
you are not no shooter, b*tch, yo ass is a n*z*
go and get some cooter, b*tch
[verse 2]
that is what you lacking, b*tch
yo ass was an accident
let me get to the packing, b*tch
yo ass is not a rapper, b*tch
i’m white, but you still a cracker, b*tch
yeah, smokey got a knack for hits
i’ma be on yo b*tch back a bit
you a f*ggot b*tch, i’m done with these rappers in my scene
why these rappers tryna’ f*ck all these cappers in they teens?
y’all confusing as f*ck, and i don’t mean to be obscene
but they ain’t even got no b*tt, and their bust is on scene (there’s literally nothing there)
what in the f*ck do you see?
that got you rappers touching your nuts in your jeans?
maybe it’s ’cause all the sauce wanna f*ck with the team
if that b*tch run with a buck, he get stuck by his speed
(anyways—)

[chorus]
all the opps mad i’m getting paper without trying
turn an opp to a pilot, 45. gon’ leave them flying
talking sh*t ’bout my past, little b*tch, i do not hide it
shout out— shout out karmamøb, f*ck house cat alliance, b*tch i’m—

issbrokie!
karmamøb

- karmamob lyrics

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