letra de bucket of paint - omg karma, bigbabygucci & karma rhythm
[break: bigbabygucci]
my cup like a bucket of paint
your b-tch had a bottle of drank
your b-tch (?)
your b-tch (?), yuh
keep going, n-gga where’s your place
two glocks’ pointed at your face
still going, till i’ get pay
lil b-tch, movin’ out my way, i’m gone
[intro: shadoe haze]
(karma’s a b-tch, but not karma rhythm
he’s, hard as f-ck. don’t ask me how i know that)
[chorus: bigbabygucci]
my cup like a bucket of paint
your b-tch had enough of the drank
your b-tch had enough of the game
your b-tch had enough of the gang, yuh
keep going, n-ggas at your place
two glocks’ pointed at your face
still going, till i’ get pay
lil b-tch, movin’ out my way, i’m gone
pockets full when i come back home
i can’t see the moonlight, yeah
you only up until you fall
you only hit until you not
in the kitchen banging on these pots
how the f-ck these lil’ n-ggas act like a ton
they prayin’ that we not on top
i put him in a dirt, let him rot (yeah)
[post-chorus: bigbabygucci]
yeah (yeah, yeah)
let him rot, i got (?), i can’t beg she still on mine
this sh-t sport, can’t steal my grind
holy stole like h-ll of my time
my soul flow, just like (?)
and i’m everything they not
[verse 1: ilykarma]
my cup pay, yeah (woah, fshh)
my cup is red (brr, hmph)
boy he a b-tch, she get yo’ head, yeah
i’m in at, yeah (bua)
i’m in la (bua)
put em’ in a phone call, i got that guap a lot (hmph)
pull up, double cup like a starphone (ah)
and i’m with this b-tch, finna’ take her home (ho-home)
she suck my d-ck while i mix, i ain’t go like “get me on my throat”
finna’ build an air pot
if you build it they gon’ come, if you build it they gon’ come
boy this b-tch cause she gon’ cum
i’m (?) my fingers, tweet up deep, tweep up thumb, yeah
pulled up with the switches, i guess you turnt up
and we empty out the clip, yeah we empty out the trunk
and this b-tch, give me bread, or sum’ (k!ll yourself)
[chorus: bigbabygucci]
my cup like a bucket of paint
your b-tch had enough of the drank
your b-tch had enough of the game
your b-tch had enough of the gang, yuh
keep going, n-ggas at your place
two glocks’ pointed at your face
still going, till i’ get pay
lil b-tch, movin’ out my way, i’m gone
pockets full when i come back home
i can’t see the moonlight, yeah
you only up until you fall
you only hit until you not
in the kitchen banging on these pots
how the f-ck these lil’ n-ggas act like a ton
they prayin’ that we not on top
i put him in a dirt, let him rot (yeah)
[post-chorus: bigbabygucci]
yeah (yeah, yeah)
let him rot, i got (?), i can’t beg she still on mine
this sh-t sport, can’t steal my grind
holy stole like h-ll of my time
my soul flow, just like (?)
and i’m everything they not
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