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oddyssey - buchanan lyrics

[verse 1: oddyssey]
who the f-ck am i? o-to-the-dizzy b-tch
you ain’t a 90’s kid, if yous born in ’96
we going triple platinum, they ridin’ on my d-ck
yo b-tch looking thirsty, i buy her a lemon brisk
brown liquor and i’m feasting on some lobster bisque
bathing ape attire, how can these wh0r-s resist?
i’m so beautiful, it’s perfect how my face look
your girl middle name is taylor gang on facebook

[verse 2: raiden]
oh sh-t, these n-ggas coming back for another kidnapping
your boys and your dad and your mother
run up in your crib with a gat and my brother
out our muhf-cking way you getting slapped muhf-cka
get away in the back, all black muhf-cka
wood on the dash with the mag sitting under
hop out the whip (?)
why you looking like that? you just mad cause they love us

[hook x2]
buchanan, my name is tom buchanan
b-tches get to talking and my hand
it gets to smacking
buchanan, they call me tom buchanan
sippin’ brown liquor mayne, i’m so d-mn extravagant

[verse 3: oddyssey]
“dude i’m so drunk”
yeah, f-ck your tribe sl-t
yo b-tch into panties and i bet she’s vibing us
12 gallons of premium grey tiger blood
and, bianca ain’t even as live as us

[verse 4: raiden]
listen here dumb n-gga
it ain’t rapping and sh-t
while i’m grabbing and ‘tacking and smacking a b-tch
i’m an -ss (?)
i ain’t ask what you think
all i ask you, you b-tch
is show us some t-ts
now which f-ck n-gga in here don’t understand sh-t
when i’m spitting it clear
splitting this girl
get it in from the rear
and i won’t stop ’till the b-tch shed a tear
yeah, i know it sounds real cruel
but i don’t give a f-ck because it sounds real cool
got something to say?
well then b-tch n-gga say it
(?) when i’m b-tch n-gga spraying
your mixtape dropped? well i ain’t heard it
or dissed y’all n-ggas because y’all ain’t worth it
n-ggas trying test but they ain’t heard a verse yet
i’m just waiting ’till the day we versus

[verse 5: oddyssey]
pretty n-gga, long hair like rapunzel
pretty b-tch, i do your girlfriend like a puzzle
she get around the whole team, call her muzzle
i keep a leash and a bourbon in the duffle
thirty-five trillion, my swag is infinite
that’s camouflage, everything is called militant
god of the trap, everything legitimate
high cl-ss, call me mr. sophisticate
back in this motherf-cka (?)
well uh, 118 on my jacket (?)
can’t understand, need some captions
(?)
major n-gga, f-ck your faction

[hook]
buchanan, my name is tom buchanan
b-tches get to talking and my hand
it gets to smacking
buchanan, they call me tom buchanan
sippin’ brown liquor mayne, i’m so d-mn extravagant

[oddyssey]
“dude i’m so drunk”
“my girlfriend says i gotta go home”
“major 118, do you know the way to fresno?”
yeah, f-ck your tribe

- oddyssey lyrics

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