Lyrical Breakdown of Karma (Designer) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Karma (Designer)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(8-8-8-808 Mafia)
(PVLACE)
(Get that bag, Getro)
I say, I'ma secure the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
I take Percocets when I feel alone, uh (Uh-huh)
Mix it with Promethazine, carry me home (Oh)
R.I.P. to all my niggas dead and gone (Dead and gone, oh)
I can't take the pain, numb my shit again (Shit again, uh-huh)
I could take your main, go and put your digits in (Put your digits in, uh-huh)
I'm gon' take her and give her back, call it karma (Uh-huh)
I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer (Designer, oh-oh)
My nigga McMillan, wonder why these bitches followin' (Oh, oh, oh)
Keep that mask up on my face like "Happy Halloween" ('ween)
She gon' ride my dick likе a horse, nigga, no trusty steed
I'm Django with that choppa, revolver on mе (Let's do it)
Six shotter, uh, nigga know I'm a big problem, uh
I ain't got no worries, fuck that bitch like Hakuna Matata (Let's do it)
Magnum up in my pocket, that's a gun and that's a condom (Let's do it)
That bitch like Nicki Minaj 'cause she love my Anaconda, uh
Bitch, I'm on tour with Nicki, uh (Uh-huh)
Suck on my dick no hickey (Uh-huh)
Transform in a Lambo like Witwicky, uh (Uh-huh)
Taylor gun, no Swiftie (Uh-huh)
Tell a fuck nigga "Needa come and get me", uh (Uh-huh)
Tell 'em come on and get me, uh (Uh-huh)
Tell 'em come on and get me, uh (Let's do it)
Make his bitch ride dick like giddy up, huh, up, huh
Bitch, I'm up, booted (Bitch, I'm uh), what the fuck is you doing? (Uh)
Paul Wall with the bitch, chop and screw her (Screw her)
Act like I never knew her (Uh, uh-huh)
You got a new bitch? Well, my bitch is newer (Uh-huh)
Make your bitch look like some shit (Ooh)
Cow manure
I say, I'ma secure the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
I take Percocets when I feel alone, uh (Uh-huh)
Mix it with Promethazine, carry me home (Oh)
R.I.P. to all my niggas dead and gone (Dead and gone, oh)
I can't take the pain, numb my shit again (Shit again, uh-huh)
I could take your main, go and put your digits in (Put your digits in, uh-huh)
I'm gon' take her and give her back, call it karma (Uh-huh, yeah)
I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer (Designer, yeah, oh-oh)
Yeah, I'm gon' take her and give her back, call it karma (Oh, oh, one take)
Not from Earth, baby, I am a Martian (Yeah, yeah, one take)
Tesla, I don't gotta steer when I park it, uh (Yeah, yeah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
OG in the air, I love when I spark it (Yeah, yeah, let's do it)
Flew my OG out to Cali' (Uh-huh, skrrt, skrrt, uh)
I bought her a Lambo' (Uh-huh), uh
Also bought her a AK-47 (Yeah, yeah), I call her Rambo, uh (Uh-huh)
Niggas stick to me like velcro (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitches stick like velcro, uh
Say he gettin' money? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hell no, he still buying Shell Toes, uh (Uh-huh)
Raf's on my Adidas, uh (What else?)
Spanish bitch, that's my amiga, uh (What else?)
I got a bad bitch with stripes, she mixed, I call her a cheetah, uh (What else?)
Hotter than a nigga with a fever, uh (Uh)
She do white, Justin Bieber, uh (Uh-uh)
Bitch, I'm off of the meter, uh (Uh)
I got my hand on my heater, uh (Uh-huh)
Microwave, call that choppa microwave, heat 'em up (Up)
Like an abusive relationship, you know my gun gon' beat 'em up
If he up, sticky tucked, but I'm not with the snitchin' stuff (Ooh)
All these niggas talkin' tough, wait until I show up
I'ma secure the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh, oh, oh, oh)
I take Percocets when I feel alone, uh (Uh-huh, oh)
Mix it with Promethazine, carry me home (Home, oh)
R.I.P. to all my niggas dead and gone (Dead and gone, oh)
I can't take the pain, numb my shit again (Shit again, uh-huh)
I could take your main, go and put your digits in (Put your digits in, uh-huh)
I'm gon' take her and give her back, call it karma (Karma, yeah, uh-huh)
I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer (Designer, oh-oh)
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