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no - karmamøb lyrics

[verse (jenx2)]
f*ck everything you stand for
you ain’t even eating, got no bread, you need some [?]
bi*bi*b*tch i got a pack just like a speaker in my [?]
when i’m busy stacking up my money, i don’t stand short

[verse (issbrokie)]
wa*wa*walk up in that b*tch, i let my nuts hang low
bi*bi*b*tch i’m ’bout to trip from all this money on the flo’
bi*bi*bi*b*tch i am not pewdiepie, lil’ b*tch, i’m not your bro
a*a*all black fit, pull up looking like the crow

[verse (ssj daki)]
ugh, left right, i be dancing with that stick
all you rappers h*lla [big[?]] or your money is kind of fake
and i’m itching for the riches, the mula is like a tick
and these groupies wait in line just to gather and take a pic

[verse (jenx2)]
i don’t even got a chop, b*tch they saw me and ran away
b*tch i woke up thinking “how many bands can i make today?”
b*tch i never miss a shot, they be hitting like fade aways
if you want a f*cking feature then that sh*t be pay to play

[verse (issbrokie)]
how you gon’ hate when your b*tch on my meat?
he want fade i’mma make his nikes slip off his feet
true religion on the jeans with the ricks underneath
b*tch i got more mo’f*cking kicks than this beat
[verse (ssj daki)]
peep that kick drum, bl!ck ’em, hit and run
’bout my money, you won’t get none, all of you my sons
want a feature? you won’t get one, just look at the f*cks i don’t give
’cause i get bucks by the man, you rappers suck, you my kin, ahh

[verse (cacity)]
[?] back like a snack pack, who the heck that?
with a matchstick in my backpack, when i [tracklist[?]]
cheese like a mac stack, you don’t got sh*t
i’m this hick with a fat stack, b*tch i’m the mo’f*cking goat

[verse (jenx2)]
ay, b*tch i feel like a landlord
mob be the grand court
b*tch i’m a mo’f*cking god
b*tch what you make plans for?
can’t take no d*mn wh0re
b*tch you’re a mo’f*cking fraud

[verse (issbrokie)]
p*ssy wanna talk, i’ma hit him with the ak
f*cking your b*tch, she over on the same day
back on a one*way flight, it’s a vacay
if you wan’ smash on a bro, it’s a melee
i cannot stop, i keep me a mop, i’m literally a god
whenever i be spitting on a track or a beat, b*tch
soon as i’m off on the track, i’m a demon
your b*tch on my b*lls and she sippin’ on s*m*n
[interlude (gort, jenx2, issbrokie, ssj daki & cacity)]
so, uh.. guys, can i get number eight?
no!
ah, yeesh, okay..

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