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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucky Daye
Lucky Daye
Vocals
Dab
Dab
Background Vocals
Angel Griffin
Angel Griffin
Background Vocals
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Guitar
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
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got me a new girl
Calls herself Karma
Told her if I ever got the chance to
I'd come and meet her mama
[Verse 2]
The curves on her body
Got me burnin' through rubbers
So good, we go zero-to-sixty
I leave and she miss me
Now she wanna kiss me (Whoa)
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Karma
Karma
Karma
She won't stop coming around
Karma
Karma
Karma
She won't stop coming around
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
But I'm the biggest fan now
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 then some
[Verse 7]
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 rude, yeah
[Verse 8]
Won't stop
Karma
Karma
Karma
She won't stop coming around
Karma
(No, no, no) Karma
Karma
She won't stop coming around
[Verse 9]
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 till my heart racing
Only thing we know for sure is everything we saying
Hopefully, it's safe to cite 'em
Writing with my play pen
All in her playpen
Want to see if she taken
But I'd rather say nothin'
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'
That's Karma
[Verse 10]
Fuck
You don't wanna talk?
Alright
She won't stop coming around
What kind of shit that is?
You don't wanna be talkin'?
She won't stop coming around
Some motherfucking bullshit
[Verse 11]
So what if I'm the one for you
And you the one for me?
Since we ain't getting up on the wrong foot
You not fucking with it now?
Fucking talk, kind of shit that is?
But I like you
Written by: David Brown, Dernst Emile, Dernst Emile II, Dustin Bowie, Elgin Lumpkin, Stephen Garrett, Timothy Mosley
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