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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucky Daye
Lucky Daye
Vocals
Dab
Dab
Background Vocals
Angel Griffin
Angel Griffin
Background Vocals
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Bass
Ginuwine
Ginuwine
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Garrett
Stephen Garrett
Songwriter
Elgin Lumpkin
Elgin Lumpkin
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Dustin Bowie
Dustin Bowie
Songwriter
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Songwriter
David Brown
David Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Producer
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got me a new girl Call herself Karma Told her, "If I ever got the chance to I'd come and meet her mama" The curves on her body Got me bumin' through rubbers So good, we go zero to 60 I leave and she miss me Now she wanna kiss me (woah) Know I better slow down, I'm going too fast Keep on playing with a trigger, she might shoot back She was cool with them shoes and a new bag Now she wanna keep me to herself, won't do that Karma Karma Karma She won't stop coming around Karma Karma Karma She won't stop coming around Who told you I would call back? Now you won't answer So petty, all these diamonds and charms Drippin' all down your arm Still don't know what you want But I'm the biggest fan now I', backstage throwin' tantrums I wait for you in a line, I don't mind Doing crime was the fine I'ma throw that ass and some Know I better slow down, I'm going too fast Keep on playing with a trigger, she might shoot back Then she get cool with the whole crew, now you like, "Who that?" I was your dude, now you're like "Who?" Bitch that shit's rude, yeah (Won't stop) Karma Karma Karma She won't stop coming around Karma Karma Karma She won't stop coming around She like to come, she won't stop coming She like to play, she won't stop playing I'm at the Days Inn, late night blazin' Push it to the limit 'til my heart racing Only thing we know fasho is everything we saying Hopefully its safe to cite 'em Writing with my play pen All in her playpen Want to see if she taken But I'd rather say 'naythin' I'd rather say nothing The signs be so blatant But I know she be bluffin' I know she be fakin' Yellow tape it with caution I know we just fuckin' Got my heart in a coffin Awesome, with me and her It'll never be cuffin' Just Karma Karma Karma Karma She won't stop coming around Karma Karma Karma She won't stop coming around That's some motherfucking bullshit So, what if, I'm the one for you And you the one for me? Since we ain't got off on the wrong foot You're not fucking with it now? Fucking talk kinda shit that But I, but I like you now
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Dernst Emile, Elgin Lumpkin, David Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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