Dancing With Karma Lyrics

I wrote this shit for you in the afternoon

A flower bloomed, thought of you and scripted a paragraph

Watched an hour pass, gas smoking for hours, ash

This ain't nothing like you used to, your ex nigga ass

He ain't give a damn, lay your back down, stroking on the sofa

In the cab drive, slow pressing while I'm drilling you fast

Take your soul, put you six feet over, leg over my shoulder

Come closer while you running, this dick ain't getting any smaller

This flow awkward, driving off beat, stick and shifting in somebody daughter

This, Robbie Lawler verse Roy McDonald on 189

Turn her ass round, ass up, she sucking dick doing the 69

I'm out of time, karma ain't kind, pay my dept

Lost my bitch to a nigga who ain't even half my size

Oh my, oh my, shit getting funny

Her new hubby love me, say he play my music all day

Bet he got her thinking on me, I'm playing on his speakers only

Bet she ain't told him, I bet she ain't told him

She got her pasted Brad, that ass used to shake

Smashing her till the brink of dawn, lashes falling off

Eyes tearing as I'm pulling her closer, going

Deeper and deeper, I'm swimming in it, got her ocean pouring

Move that bitch like a pawn, on the board

Game chess, my chest

Got her sleeping on it, put her ass to rest, bless

Peace God, I read the Quran all the time, I'm holy

Know me and karma had a dance to jazz music

Classic ass moving, waist grabbing, intimate shit

Toe tagging bitch, pussy too lit

I treat that kitty like a instrumental and spit