| Fuck the stats, I be beatin' the odds
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| Hittin' the blunt, it be makin' me calm
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| Rock the turban just like I’m Saddam
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| I’ma blow up just like I’m a bomb
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| I’ma leave a lil' nigga embalmed
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| I’ma put her in Christian Dior
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| Eat a shroom, I’ma pop me a four
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| She gon' sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah)
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| Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah)
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| Like Iran we gon' go straight to war (Yeah)
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| Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah)
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| I just caught me a juug at the state fair
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| I just sent me a bag next day air
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| Need a bad ho, know I’m on the way there
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| She need dick, hold on, I’m on the way there (Yeah)
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| I got ice like a rink, I can skate there
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| Drop them bands and my dawg, he gon' off 'em
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| Got a hand like Gervonta, the boxer
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| I’m not Polish, but she want my sausage
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| Got the drip, I got several sauces
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| Aggravated, the chopper assault 'em
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| Shoot these niggas like pumpkins and carve 'em
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| I got numbers, you know I be cardin'
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| I got bitches, you know I got Barbies
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| Man, these niggas be pussy, they’d rather hate
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| Gotta drop me some songs, I can’t go on dates
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| I get freaky with info, I stay out late
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| I’ma drink so much Casein and drop a tape
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| I’ma press me a button, then drop the top
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| Nigga play with the gang, we gon' crop his top
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| Had juice up the Dodge, that shit in the shop
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| Heard they wanted some smoke, so we spin his block
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| I know Arabs like Gazi who give me funding
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| I got white collars sluts and they give me fun and
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| I know KGB people, I’m cool with Russians
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| I can’t help it, she know that I love the 'tussin
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| I can’t help it, she know that I love to fuck her
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| Burnin' mamas and plus I be burnin' Gushers
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| I got shops I don’t wanna block, Andre Drummond
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| She be leakin' just like a pipe, steady cummin'
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| Need a hat on your head, nigga, steady cappin'
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| Want the whole thing, I do not want just a fraction
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| Want your body 'cause that shit there real attractive
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| Want your face 'cause that shit there is real attractive
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| Once you sign to my name, it ain’t no redactin'
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| I’ma send out them shooters, they gon' get active
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| I’ma send out them shooters, they get to whackin'
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| I ain’t doin' no talkin', no paragraphin'
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| I ain’t shakin' no hands, I ain’t tryna dap you
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| With the butt of this pistol, might have to slap you
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| Got a ass on the back, I might have to slap it
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| From the jungle, so I use guerrilla tactics
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| I done blew up this year and I’m still cardin'
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| That pack won an award so I’m overchargin'
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| Got a M in the bank, I still ride Charger
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| Got a M in the bank but I’m goin' harder
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| Fuck the stats, I be beatin' the odds
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| Hittin' the blunt, it be makin' me calm
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| Rock the turban just like I’m Saddam
|
| I’ma blow up just like I’m a bomb
|
| I’ma leave a lil' nigga embalmed
|
| I’ma put her in Christian Dior
|
| Eat a shroom, I’ma pop me a four
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| She gon' sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah)
|
| Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah)
|
| Like Iran we gon' go straight to war (Yeah)
|
| Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah)
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| I just caught me a juug at the state fair
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| I just sent me a bag next day air
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| Need a bad ho, know I’m on the way there
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| She need dick, hold on, I’m on the way there
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| I got ice like a rink, I can skate there |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beat the Odds , by - Money Man. Song from the album State of Emergency, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп