Текст песни Karma - Robyn Banks

What goes around, it comes around
What goes around (yeah), it comes around
What goes around (uh), it comes around
What goes around...

(Verse 1):
Bitches be fuckin' with me
Niggas be huggin' on me
Get em close let em know
You can't bang with me

Chop em like a tree
Roll it like that weed
If you ain't around
Put it down no festivities

They say yo he a fag
I say no bitches I'm bad
Tryna holla on the low
NOPE
Yo are you mad?

Make up be on fleet
Maybe it maybaline
Here we go look that hoe
Always giving b's

Karma Karma
Bitches are gettin' their karma
Niggas be gettin' their karma
While I be gettin' my commas

Karma Karma
Bitches are gettin' their karma
Niggas be gettin' their karma
While I be gettin' my commas

Karma Karma Karma (Yup)
Karma Karma Karma (Yup)
Karma Karma Karma (Yup)
Karma Karma Karma (Yup)

(Verse 2):
These games I'm not playing
See ya future like I'm raven
Yeah you talk, bitch I walk
Pull in close my hands craving for ya chest
What you sayin'
I'm that itch you can't scratch
All my goons here to bat
I'm hype you the type to fall back

Give me what I needa (Yo)
Fuck em like Im Trina (Baddest)
Tell em bye his friend hi
I'm tryna get the D

Step ya pussy (Mhh)
I don't give a fuck (I don't)
You's a clown in a gown
Yo tell it what's up (What's T?)

Karma Karma
Bitches are gettin' their karma
Niggas be gettin' their karma
While I be gettin' my commas

Karma Karma
Bitches are gettin' their karma
Niggas be gettin' their karma
While I be gettin' my commas

Karma Karma Karma (Yup)
Karma Karma Karma (Yup)
Karma Karma Karma (Yup)
Karma Karma Karma (Yup)

What goes around, it comes around
What goes around (yeah), it comes around
What goes around (uh), it comes around
What goes around...