Lloyd Banks - Karma lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Karma lyrics

[Chorus] I am the one you denied Brushed me off every time tried But I'm alright I'm able to swallow my pride And put all the bullsh** to the side If you ready to ride I'm down for a one night stand I'll accept it any way that I can 'cause I ain't yo man I'll try for whatever its worth Just remember who played who first I can't keep my eyes off ya I can tell why them other guys lost ya The kinds red an a flying saucer That's what I can offer Similarities and characters Haven't ya heard the word around town How I get down? They all whistle Everybody part official An that a** was you Got my dick hard as a missile Don't hop on top 'cause I ride around with a pistol N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue If you was mine id introduce you to momma girl Your styling your moves n your nirvana I'm so used to you're Prada Taking trips to Houston its hotta Throwing that Al Green n using that impala Lay my j**els on my collar Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd Trying to squeeze in but you wouldn't bother But I ain't either Soon as I realize that I ain't either She in a rush to get close to me but I ain't eager [Chorus] Like I don't mean to bother you But your s** appeal is remarkable You make a G wanna walk around in a park with you There ain't no telling what kinda things that I'm a start to do If I get wrapped up on your a** to fast I can tell you feel the same 'cause when I ask you laugh So I'm a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath But I'm buggin' 'cause I can see you right in the hood when I pa** I'm never stapled 'cause business is on my a** But you can be the one I visit before I dash An I admit I been the type to hit n split But you can blame me for the females that I been getting with 'cause most of these broads have there eyes on my grits Till they're in deeper sh** n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an' N if you ain't worth it then that's all you get I ain't gonna blame you I'm gonna blame them tricks 'cause [Chorus] You seem like your attitude Only appears when I'm mad at you In several situations n that includes When I'm gone to long ridin' through them avenues As soon as I get home this room is a scattered boos You know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed N you're girlfriends trying to sandwich me My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat 'cause I come from the hood where the hammers be I move fast but at a switch pace N I pop in a Listerine strip before you get all up on a b**h face Moving your body like this Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris I don't know no one hotter then twis You got my temperature risin' from your hips to you're thighs an That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon It comes naturally I don't bribe em Its easy as, 1, 2, 3 n I slide em [Chorus]

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