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karma (zone 2) – 4 minutes of kayos lyrics

[intro]
gang
karma
karma karma
roll round with the shh shh
gang gang

[verse]
buck nose or a long nose like squidward (squidward)
you don’t wanna get smoked like cigarettes
sweets for the wap they ain’t very delicious
ching a man, cut like scissors, chest shot if he dies it’s deliberate (splash splash)
my nan prays for my deliverance, from evil but my heart won’t listen
i love wetting mans head like christen, fish him get a man soaked like dishes
i still dash from the racist piglets, ic3 i’m suspicious
same goes for my bros no difference, when they see jakes they do a long distance
i love swinging my sword with brilliance, live on a ride i know he’s an opp
doors pop now he wants to be a civilian
three of them died, now i’m inconsiderate (inconsiderate)
hence why i’m incog billin’ it, bun it then bill up his other affiliates
pagans hate same gang on a ride, why? scary site like insidious (scary scary)
all of my n-ggas belligerent, if you say it different you’re talking gibberish
gyally wan’ ride on this d-ck, said she can’t take it, i said no i insist
this bad b’ giving me lip, i bust all over her face and t-ts in front of her kid whilst she babysits
sh-t, mind your behaviour b-tch (ay mind it)
i need to take these trips
ye, yeah yeah i know i’m on license, all of that but i gotta take that risk
my nan still lives in bside, still take trips to the pagans strip
home visit once try do it on incog s, me and kweng couldn’t get through p-ss
don’t matter now it is what it is, why? my man doesn’t exist
no, no i ain’t got no manners, yes i’m rude i guess i’m a pr-ck (i guess i’m a pr-ck)
i guess i’m a pr-ck, sh-t mum should’ve named me nettle
i love use bleach and dettol, after i ching a man down with metal
i don’t mean two bust down [?], this time last year i was doing two kettles
i don’t mean bust down two [?], this time last year i was doing two kettles
we got things and stuff, money and violence fully in love
i love when my nank gets sauced with blood
i don’t play games cah i play too rough
my rambo come way too buff, take serious risks do dangerous stuff
if i get grabbed, it’s nuts no comment no talk no ifs or buts (shh)
i swear i won’t break like buds like a [?] headpiece i’m way too tough
and we love trap, push drugs bruce tryna move with the angel dust
when i fly o, man [?] get plugged, no fuss it is what it is don’t judge me
i love life but this life ain’t lovely, everyday i look out for opps and undies
paranoid yute but i don’t move jumpy
i ten toes on the roads all comfy, two shanks up if a n-gga wan’ touch me
i done said that i’m fully on f-ckery, any opp get popped like bubbly
tryna see a n-gga get dropped like humpty
kwengface with the dotty got dumpy
i grip nanks like crocodile dundee
i hate when a n-gga try run, i’ll puncture your lungs so you better not run
it’s still anything b get bun, put t–th in buds for an ediat one
i ain’t like you, you’re a lenient punk
slide through, start squeezing guns
squeeze that gun like a black girls bum
mans chest get bun likes he’s drinking rum
fry that man, get a late night tan and i really done said you don’t need no sun
ever since i started this music ting, i’ve been getting some phoney love
now girls wanna show me love, no love for a b-tch just give me some uck
i got this young ting giving me [?], still bust in her hair for fun
have her looking at me like look what you done
like look what you did (look what you did)
and i swear she got a lethal biz
[?] that down till’ a girl go splish
but f-ck that b-tch
i don’t care bout’ v-g-n-
nike swag i don’t care bout designer
look, i took a few l’s it’s a minor
i got my rammy on me, i’m a rider
i got the heart of a lion or tiger
love cash and i care for my lyca
so i’m topping that up with a fiver
i’ll let the ting spray no primer
on my jack jones ima outsider
my backbone that’s my lil broly, roll deep for my broski i can’t [?]
that’s the price i’ll pay for my blood, if i’m on you i don’t rate you enough
if you’re on me then i’m shaving your gut, that’s splash leave a punk bathing in blood
my lifestyle mad me a tugg, attention n-ggas ain’t paying enough
try g check me and get your cranium bust
get your cranium bust
no lie ima real life veteran
kweng said the beef ain’t settlin’, so we ride out all black like melanin
b-tch n-ggas wan’ lie i need evidence, when i caught you, you were moving all feminine
trap you in a pedal bike pedalling
psycho i don’t need no medicine
ay

- karma zone 2 lyrics

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