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Karma Video (MV)




Performed By: Dee Billz
Featuring: Kyle Richh, G5AZO
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Dylan Robertson, Kaleb Wilson, Olatunde Fasheun




Dee Billz - Karma Lyrics
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[ Featuring Kyle Richh, G5AZO ]

4s, 4s, 4s, 4s, flyest Hound, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
F*ck Ray Pizz, and it's not f*ckin' around, GDK, GwokK, all that shit K
F*ck is you talkin' about, nigga?
GDK, nigga, f*ck nigga
Ah
Grrah, enough is enough, bitch

I'm with 5, we bendin'
Like if I said it, on bro, I meant it
Why is my name in your mentions, nigga?
Your mans died and you on the benches
They know what I'm representin'
Posted up in the hood like an engine, bitch

Thootie walk in the party (damn)
I'm in this party with G19 on my body, who gonna harm me? (Like damn)
I'm on the block with like five hundred steppers, on bro, we move like an army (army)
We do the drillin' calmly
Tilden first, then Garvey (Garvey)
The f*ck is a PFA? Bitch, I am GDK, they know what's up (PFAK)
Ty Blixk almost was a blunt, I'm so mad we ain't send him up (he shot)
I don't care 'bout an OY, I want him shot if he live up the block
Catch AJ, make him bop, Jeff got hit in his top (AJ)
Bitch

G27 my body, DB ridin' shotty, Ray Makk the aroma
Like we mixin' T's up with Tony
Headpop, look at his brains, macaroni ('roni)
She-she cannot line me, she linkin' the G every time she know Ruger is on me (f*ck)
Jay G in the cut with a .40, so he try to slide, we subtractin' his homie (like damn)

Who movin' phony? Couldn't catch him, we threw at his brodie (brodie)
Dee got Zack, I'm totin' Cody
Three G's in the back of the stoley (grrah, stoley)
And we smokin' on Jah Blixk leg, why the f*ck is they dissin'? They gettin' me fed (Jah Blixk)
Jah Jah Staxks talked to the feds
Bro backed out in his cell 'cause he fled (out of the floor)
And we comin' to throw, he not ready for war, then we shoot up his crib
Sheik the Wooo, Gotti, I swear he don't miss
DS double the G, I be clutchin' my fist (Layo)
I'm with some shooters that's spillin' your gouda
These niggas ready to oot at your ooter (word to bro)
We do not play with computers
Who that in the back? Tell bro move 'em (move 'em, bitch)

I'm with 5, we bendin'
Like if I said it, on bro, I meant it
Why is my name in your mentions, nigga? Your mans died and you on the benches
They know what I'm representin'
Posted up in the hood like an engine, bitch (like damn)
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4s, 4s, 4s, 4s, flyest Hound, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
F*ck Ray Pizz, and it's not f*ckin' around, GDK, GwokK, all that shit K
F*ck is you talkin' about, nigga?
GDK, nigga, f*ck nigga
Ah
Grrah, enough is enough, bitch

I'm with 5, we bendin'
Like if I said it, on bro, I meant it
Why is my name in your mentions, nigga?
Your mans died and you on the benches
They know what I'm representin'
Posted up in the hood like an engine, bitch

Thootie walk in the party (damn)
I'm in this party with G19 on my body, who gonna harm me? (Like damn)
I'm on the block with like five hundred steppers, on bro, we move like an army (army)
We do the drillin' calmly
Tilden first, then Garvey (Garvey)
The f*ck is a PFA? Bitch, I am GDK, they know what's up (PFAK)
Ty Blixk almost was a blunt, I'm so mad we ain't send him up (he shot)
I don't care 'bout an OY, I want him shot if he live up the block
Catch AJ, make him bop, Jeff got hit in his top (AJ)
Bitch

G27 my body, DB ridin' shotty, Ray Makk the aroma
Like we mixin' T's up with Tony
Headpop, look at his brains, macaroni ('roni)
She-she cannot line me, she linkin' the G every time she know Ruger is on me (f*ck)
Jay G in the cut with a .40, so he try to slide, we subtractin' his homie (like damn)

Who movin' phony? Couldn't catch him, we threw at his brodie (brodie)
Dee got Zack, I'm totin' Cody
Three G's in the back of the stoley (grrah, stoley)
And we smokin' on Jah Blixk leg, why the f*ck is they dissin'? They gettin' me fed (Jah Blixk)
Jah Jah Staxks talked to the feds
Bro backed out in his cell 'cause he fled (out of the floor)
And we comin' to throw, he not ready for war, then we shoot up his crib
Sheik the Wooo, Gotti, I swear he don't miss
DS double the G, I be clutchin' my fist (Layo)
I'm with some shooters that's spillin' your gouda
These niggas ready to oot at your ooter (word to bro)
We do not play with computers
Who that in the back? Tell bro move 'em (move 'em, bitch)

I'm with 5, we bendin'
Like if I said it, on bro, I meant it
Why is my name in your mentions, nigga? Your mans died and you on the benches
They know what I'm representin'
Posted up in the hood like an engine, bitch (like damn)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Dylan Robertson, Kaleb Wilson, Olatunde Fasheun
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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