Commas

Kay Karma

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Tryna spend you some commas like you fucking up your bank account
These bitches worried bout drama and I'm tryna see what my paper bout
I did everything by myself cause ion give a damn if a nigga could
Keep another nigga cause a nigga still gone be a nigga when the pussy good
Ride off in that drop top I hit the block when the block hot
The whole gang on that wifi cause the trap house is the hot spot
I ain't even talking that mobile though
You talk shit I pull up

You lame hoes who on mobile 4 I got the dope juggin through the mobile home
Leave the scene I make a scene love to pour that easter pink
Bouji I don't even drink but I could roll a backwood
Strong shit perfume can't even cover it's that good
Let that nigga eat the cookie he be on some fat shit

Then I give him milk cause he don't like a dry canvas
Pardon me if I say I don't like my niggas average
We not even parallel he like how I'm getting money bitch
I do it very well shy records a new sheriff here
Please do not test me kay karma kinda crazy tho

Had to put myself in check lately I ain't been checkin hoes
Head game crazy talking extraterrestrial
See me with your nigga he good fuck is you stressing fo
Buy me anything I want and we ain't even sexual

So how you bust it open nigga nothing better learn your roll
Bitch be easy stay off that niggas testicles
He flexing on this mood but I promise I never text him first
Fuck up some commas