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karma under truth - water boi lyrics

[intro: louis maestro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
jado cooked it

[chorus: louis maestro]
bootleg blu+ray, hit you, bobby boucher
b+tch, i got that water, it’s gon’ make you wanna do things
threw some strange, threw some change
talkin’ ’bout some mood swings
i’m a business man, b+tch, i’m always tryna move some things
yeah, yeah, yeah, you see these pockets bloated
yeah, yeah, yeah, you see this glock, it’s loaded
yeah, yeah, yeah, you see this b+tch, i’m pokin’
yeah, yeah, yeah, you wishin’, yeah, you hopin’
[verse 1: louis maestro]
leave ’em wet and soakin’
yeah, my choppa smokin’
in that hd, yeah, drive it like it’s stolen
dodgin’ agencies, yeah, they can’t get the motions
i could really f+ck your b+tch, he called, his dog been stolen
i got her on the leash, yeah, once a week i’m pokin’
six days a week, six days a week, six days, the store is open
we play for keeps, we play for keeps
i know them cards you’re holdin’
yeah, my t++th is golden
yeah, i take your ho then
f+ck is up? throw it down, they gon’ end up on the ground
my front yard is a pound, let ’em dogs just roam around
i got hard off the sounds of them bullets, flyin’ rounds
xanny bars and that angel, got them scripts, they selling’ out, yeah

[chorus: louis maestro]
bootleg blu+ray, hit you, bobby boucher
b+tch, i got that water, it’s gon’ make you wanna do things
lose the strings, threw some change
talkin’ ’bout some mood swings
i’m a business man, b+tch, i’m always tryna move some things
yeah, yeah, yeah, you see these pockets bloated
yeah, yeah, yeah, you see this glock, it’s loaded
yeah, yeah, yeah, you see this b+tch, i’m pokin’
yeah, yeah, yeah, you wishin’, yeah, you hopin’
[verse 2: zacksdead]
i just wanna check and that neck, no disrespect
i ain’t got no s on my chest, but i keep a vest
just bought a tec with the specs, better hit the deck
yeah, keep them deads in my jeans, right next to lead
yeah, got some heads at the door, yeah, i keep them sped
yeah, split the bread with the fam, gotta keep ’em fed
yeah, say the curse is on my head, so i keep them meds
yeah, got some demons in me, can’t let them get ahead
yeah, keep my family ’round me everywhere we go, we ready
yeah, pull up on you, army rounds and a big machete
yeah, i run it up, i run it, it’s a curse and a blessin’
trigger squeezin’, leavin’ all these families always f+ckin’ stressin’

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