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letra de bad karma - cheriimoya, sierra kidd & slatt zy

[verse 1: cheriimoya, cheriimoya & sierra kidd]
all i ever did was trust my faith
then i lost it all just to gain it back
lost my love, my hope painted it black
that was my biggest sin and i still get flashbacks
’cause i was not myself, unable to fix it all
gave away a part of me, made myself so small
realized that’s not what i want
making you uncomfortable is not what haunts me anymore
watch me not dim my shine
so bright all the insecurity’s burnin’ down
i know it’s hard sometimes
keep goin’, not givin’ your demons a safe sp-ce or a home anymore
[bridge: sierra kidd]
yeah (gang, gang)
yeah, yeah, yeah
north side in this b-tch
it’s f-ckin’ [?]
you know i had to pump my sh-t too? (had to pump my sh-t)
you know i had to pump my sh-t too? (woah)
[?] in this b-tch too (of course)
(let’s go, let’s go)

[verse 2: sierra kidd]
i got an ap, my brother, got him a patek
and i copped diffеrent rolies for all of my friends
spеndin’ my money as fast as i’m gettin’ it back
hide your kids, hide your wife, we come to collect
reppin’ the set, live and direct (ah)
the demons are out, we put ’em on wax (put ’em on wax)
i see what y’all been doin’, man, we follow the tracks
my momma a bear, her son out the trap
the game in my palm, ain’t breakin’ a sweat
hide the scars with tats i got on my flesh
take y’all out, stop runnin’ your mouth (stop runnin’ your)
ask around, the streets will vouch ([?], uh)
my name ring bells (bells), my bros bring h-ll (h-ll)
thirty deep like adele
[chorus: sierra kidd]
i lost a homie to the streets
still ain’t never called police
man, we handle it ourselves
i lost a homie to the drugs
still ain’t snitched on no one
still called n0body for help
ain’t got a dad, i got my mama
the ones who do not f-ck with us got bad karma
today you got away, but at least we got your partner

[verse 3: slatt zy]
been so much up in the streets, karma on the way, he
bad b-tch in my hotel, i nutted in her face
put a b-tch out, go separate ways
i’m from the projects, i come out the lane
don’t f-ck with them, n-gga, what’s hittin’ my face?
i don’t f-ck with the laws, man, i’m tired of this case, b-tch
smokin’ on opps, i ain’t smokin’ on gas
he tried to run, we gon’ get on his ass
oh, silly-ass n-gga, you play with that bag
i’m comin’ to k!ll, put your ass in the back
pop me a perc, man, i throw me a four
what you gon’ do when that money get low?
you know how i’m comin’, i’m kickin’ the door
this ice on a n-gga, i’m colder than snow
[bridge: slatt zy]
they need money, who you think they call on me?
n-ggas fake, but i was blinded, couldn’t see
rollin’ loud, was in new york, my momma see me on tv
they be speakin’ on a kid, but b-tch, i made it off the streets

[chorus: sierra kidd]
i lost a homie to the streets
still ain’t never called police
man, we handle it ourselves
i lost a homie to the drugs
still ain’t snitched on no one
still called n0body for help
ain’t got a dad, i got my mama
the ones who do not f-ck with us got bad karma
today you got away, but at least we got your partner

- cheriimoya sierra kidd slatt zy

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