| Stock broker, NASDAQ, helicopter pad cat
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| Bitch, where yo' ass at? |
| I’m sitting up in this brass Lac'
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| Please, bring the gas mask, you know I got that gas back
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| You ain’t got no ass at all, where the fuck is yo' ass at?
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| Boing! |
| Just, I suggest that we should go and grab that
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| Project shawty, I am in the cut right where the path at
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| Fuck all that bullshit, this where we do the math at
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| Show me where the cash at, I take off like a half back
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| Mafia, capisce? |
| Dining at Joe’s Crab Shack
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| Pull up in the Lamb', tell my bitch she could have that
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| Westside mansion, this where I take my bath at
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| After she get through serving me head, where her cab at?
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| Uh, I’m in the lab, black
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| You told me shawty life wasn’t cool, so I declared that
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| Kidding me? |
| Shooters in Italy, ask Sal that
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| Spit a nigga up, when they find him, they bring half back
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| Seventeen chains with eleven rings
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| Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game
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| Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine
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| New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang
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| Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train
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| Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane
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| Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank
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| Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene
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| Bitch, I’m in the Z like Zorro
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| When I come through, I’mma come for something
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| Boo bring the nine-tails, Bobo bring the pump or something
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| When I see ya bitch, I’mma put four in his confidant
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| Kill him for breakfast, I’mma eat his homeboy for lunch
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| Mashing out, I’m the same nigga that they asking bout
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| Kick it like Liu Kang, it’s time to bring the action out
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| I’m the real, sole controller of this monopoly
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| Get wrong for real and I’ll knock you off properly
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| Gotta be on top of my shit cause you ain’t hot as me
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| Niggas can’t be me in the hood but they try to be
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| No! |
| You are not Dro, motherfucker
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| You know you a hater, you a ho, motherfucker, nigga, Dro!
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| Seventeen chains with eleven rings
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| Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game
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| Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine
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| New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang
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| Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train
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| Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane
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| Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank
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| Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene
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| It’s obvious, I come at these suckers at another angle
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| Picasso of my time, I’m a different painter
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| Throwing ones at a dime, she a perfect stranger
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| I shot my pistol in the sky, almost hit a angel
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| Ain’t afraid to die, I’m in love with danger
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| I’m a lion tamer, I’m a ho trainer
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| Yo' bitch, she fuck with us, that’s a no-brainer
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| She a slow brainer and a fast learner
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| She a bad bitch so she a good earner
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| I get to Ike-ing on yo' ho, she act like Tina Turner
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| I get to playing with these racks, it ain’t safe, bitch
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| Smash you in yo' face with this cake, bitch
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| Seventeen chains with eleven rings
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| Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game
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| Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine
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| New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang
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| Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train
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| Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane
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| Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank
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| Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Odds , by - Young Dro. Song from the album High Times, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп