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gav (artist) - oddball lyrics

[intro: jordan $age]
yeah
gav why’d you do it to ’em? (aye)
oddball (what?)
oddball (what?)
oddball (what?)
oddball (what?)
oddball
oddball
oddball (get that n+gga)

[verse: jordan $age]
let’s take it back to 2009 (nine)
i was mad ’bout some b+tches that didn’t want me (uh what)
they said i was nice i was too open
changed my ways level up now i’m feeling chosen
i put them guards and kept them far from us (what)
you n+ggas steady tryna breach it (breach it)
if i reach for it you better run for it
violence jack b+tch you know me i’m here to stay (stay)
hold up let the chopper rain (rain)
hearing voices all inside my brain (brain)
turn your boyfriend into a stain
power’s what i’m tryna gain (what gain)
my life’s a anime (uh aye)
keep a bladе like kenpachi (kenpachi)
been that wеird n+gga i am a oddball (oddball)
all that d+ck riding get your life cut short (what)
i put that foreign in sport
bend the corners i need me a b+tch that looks like raven
i been a beast boy (what else?)
i remember them mornings momma crying ’cause of me
and them days still haunt me
block spinning for the f+ck of it (f+ck of it)
shinigami protects me (protect me)
my ex’s resent me (resent me)
who want me dead? n+gga many
sipping whiskey at them business deals (what)
kept it clean and kept it nifty (nifty)
who’s f+cking with me?
keep it honest not modest
you keep tryna keep things modern (what yeah)
i noticed your pattern you’re not sl!ck (not sl!ck)
bad guy razor ramon (ramon)
i keep a toothpick in my mouth (huh)
what’s all this chattin’ about? (huh aye)
bullets transparent i hope that it bleeds through
see through creep through
find me a victim don’t move (what else?)
buck 50’s my new groove i’m smooth (huh)
who’s you? screws loose
i up the score by myself (talk to ’em talk to ’em)
all black in that cadillac run it back run up stacks (uh)
catching packs flipping that what is the word? (okay)
i’m off the rage i’m going berserk (what)
and do not get murked
faces on tee shirts that’s the lord work (b+tch)
do the devil’s chores pays out more (uh)
love the blood and gore (pays out more)
ripping souls from this blade
bring ’em bag ’em put ’em in a grave (huh)
oddball
oddball
oddball
oddball

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