There's some girls in this house When you see 'em, point 'em out There's some girls in this house When you see 'em, point 'em out There's some girls
you If you tell me all your secrets Ay yo Boy meets girl Boy really likes her Boy loses contact with girl But he finds her Girl has no clue that boy
Fresh Needa A Nia Or Tyra So We Can Be Jenny And Swayze I Told You I'm Careful With My Heart Girl, Many Have Played Me Or Maybe Its Karma They Say Is
normal shit She a dime piece, but you a normal bitch Real ?? max girl can't work the stick Won't touch the girl, nor hit the girl She's just a normal
throw 'em at your karma At your karma, throw 'em at your karma Oh, I'm gonna throw 'em at your karma I'm gonna throw 'em at your karma Throw 'em at
you wanna play me All night, night, night Girl look, see Everything in the club is free That?s how it is when you wit' an O.G. Wit? big money Girl we
flat now how did i just how did i become that kind of guy to look at girl and lie right in the eye my momma told me willy that aint right boy now that
me All night, night, niiiiiiiiight Girl look, see Everything in the club is free That's how it is when you wit' an O.G Wit' big money Girl we gon' leave
[Flocka:] Karma,Flocka,Karma,Flocka,Flocka! Chorus: My nigga trappin yeah he keep his bitch froze even in the kitchen ima help him bag his o's he only
my way around this town Foolish girl thought I'd be so lost without her Adalesence left to wither I didn't have a choice it was me or your silly boy
A Nia Or Tyra So We Can Be Jenny And Swayze I Told You I'm Careful With My Heart Girl, Many Have Played Me Or Maybe Its Karma They Say Is A Charmer Halfway
a pit where the brutes live Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest) Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise The boys and girls
Baby we can go hide Knowin' that my boys gon' have my back (Yeah, yeah) Only at the southside girl (Southside, eh eh) Southside [Lloyd] Girl I know that
[Max B:] Know we just spittin' bars Boss Don Biggavel Broad Street Bully, Macaroni With The Cheese French Montana (C'mon) Got the boy rockin' with me
na na na naa Yeahh yeahh yeahh Boy, I know you heard around town, That your girl got fine and that hurts ya, yeah Boy, I heard you gained a few pounds, Well I lost some, boy
Seconds Flat Now How Did I Just How Did I Become That Kind Of Guy To Look At Girl And Lie Right In The Eye My Momma Told Me Willy That Ain't Right Boy
nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your