Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Odds, artist - Young Dro. Album song High Times, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One
Song language: English
Odds |
| Stock broker, NASDAQ, helicopter pad cat |
| Bitch, where yo' ass at? |
| I’m sitting up in this brass Lac' |
| Please, bring the gas mask, you know I got that gas back |
| You ain’t got no ass at all, where the fuck is yo' ass at? |
| Boing! |
| Just, I suggest that we should go and grab that |
| Project shawty, I am in the cut right where the path at |
| Fuck all that bullshit, this where we do the math at |
| Show me where the cash at, I take off like a half back |
| Mafia, capisce? |
| Dining at Joe’s Crab Shack |
| Pull up in the Lamb', tell my bitch she could have that |
| Westside mansion, this where I take my bath at |
| After she get through serving me head, where her cab at? |
| Uh, I’m in the lab, black |
| You told me shawty life wasn’t cool, so I declared that |
| Kidding me? |
| Shooters in Italy, ask Sal that |
| Spit a nigga up, when they find him, they bring half back |
| Seventeen chains with eleven rings |
| Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game |
| Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine |
| New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang |
| Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train |
| Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane |
| Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank |
| Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene |
| Bitch, I’m in the Z like Zorro |
| When I come through, I’mma come for something |
| Boo bring the nine-tails, Bobo bring the pump or something |
| When I see ya bitch, I’mma put four in his confidant |
| Kill him for breakfast, I’mma eat his homeboy for lunch |
| Mashing out, I’m the same nigga that they asking bout |
| Kick it like Liu Kang, it’s time to bring the action out |
| I’m the real, sole controller of this monopoly |
| Get wrong for real and I’ll knock you off properly |
| Gotta be on top of my shit cause you ain’t hot as me |
| Niggas can’t be me in the hood but they try to be |
| No! |
| You are not Dro, motherfucker |
| You know you a hater, you a ho, motherfucker, nigga, Dro! |
| Seventeen chains with eleven rings |
| Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game |
| Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine |
| New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang |
| Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train |
| Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane |
| Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank |
| Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene |
| It’s obvious, I come at these suckers at another angle |
| Picasso of my time, I’m a different painter |
| Throwing ones at a dime, she a perfect stranger |
| I shot my pistol in the sky, almost hit a angel |
| Ain’t afraid to die, I’m in love with danger |
| I’m a lion tamer, I’m a ho trainer |
| Yo' bitch, she fuck with us, that’s a no-brainer |
| She a slow brainer and a fast learner |
| She a bad bitch so she a good earner |
| I get to Ike-ing on yo' ho, she act like Tina Turner |
| I get to playing with these racks, it ain’t safe, bitch |
| Smash you in yo' face with this cake, bitch |
| Seventeen chains with eleven rings |
| Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game |
| Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine |
| New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang |
| Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train |
| Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane |
| Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank |
| Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene |