Karma (feat. Mc Luanna)

Today I present the shallowest loyalty
Look snake, God didn't give you wings
Because by crawling you made it worse
And look, I'm the one who gave you ground for this
The courage you had with me was incredible
I know you don't choose to feel
Punishment for a whore is eye candy for me, love
You decided to live this

Calm down, why did I make you your husband tonight?
While you said you didn't want to
He's stringing you along and fucking me
And is it my fault that he got lost?
If I fed him he wouldn't hunt me
Now he chokes on his own poison
Did you discover that a snake can grow wings, love?

I don't know if he is lost
You who have no character
Want a lover's medal?
For that, go up on stage
Whoever finds it beautiful, applauds
Since you want incentive
Change the nickname: Braba and strong
For: Husband's lunch box

Loyal to me and faithful to those I love, daughter
If you want love, ask your mother
You've been telling me that you were my friend
But he sees my defeat and pops a champagne
If I'm a lunchbox, he eats and repeats
I don't know in what world you are cursed
Better change your nickname to fucked up
I think it fits your lifestyle, cuckold

If you think it's cool, then it's all good
I'd rather not be a cum dump
When he gets tired, you'll agree with me
And regret being so crazy
And another thing, since you want to bang your head
Tell me how many more he has on the street
While you're defending shit
Those who look from the outside call you stupid

Not that I thought I was the only one
When I get tired he'll go to your skirt
I'm not proud of being called a whore
But I won't take any nonsense home
In your opinion, I might even be stupid
But you can't chase a rooster at home
While he was with several people on the street
I was naked in another back seat
Learn from me how to be a raised snake
Your friend talk is already outdated
With men we do the same as floor cloths
Tap on it until it turns into a rag
And before you come asking
If hurting another woman is not a problem
I eat, licking my lips and the plate
Why didn't anyone feel sorry for me when I was there?