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oddyssey - workaholics lyrics

[oddyssey]
i got this one bad b-tch that always calls me after work
when ho becomes a religion, she prays whiles she makes it twerk
these sl-ts want the d, i agree, they say they crave it
i put a motherf-cking cuff on the p-ssy, i enslave it
b-tch listen closely, you can hear the fans raving us
i go f-cking bananas, so you know them apes is bathing us
8 doobies to the face? n-gga f-ck that!
a couple of bong rips, her thong slips, i’m up in that
oddy got the dope d-ck, she chokes while she sucks it
b-tch smoke pole like a crack addict with crust lips
rub cl-ts, please dont worry about diseases
makin b-tches scrub with purrel before they begin to please it

[raiden]
we cause mischief, pitting and splitting up in the living room
always in the spotlight, you in the dark getting ridiculed
on that diesel fuel, going harder than charger pistons
think you’ve had enough, you haven’t, quit your b-tching, f-cking drink it
i didn’t come to stand around and have all these people looking
at some f-ggots standing by the wall looking like f-cking p-ssies
get it straight, no edge, but if you are then get the f-ck out
no b-tch sh-t here, you fight back or get knocked the f-ck out
epileptic flow, it’s like rozay series of seizures
i ain’t kreayshawn, but all these b-tches still at my leisure
ignorance is bliss, yet i’m always outstanding her
i did it on you n-ggas, sh-tted on em, jenna hannenburg

[oddyssey]
uhm, uh
okay you fancy huh?
spit a lot of game for a b-tch that hasnt anti’d up
get it straight, don’t act wrong and get fussy
got b-tches rocking mags round the house in they undies
and bluntly, i tell them i’m done and that they could leave
wipe me down and get a tissue for the s-m-n on your sleeve
leave the b-tches on the futon, my kids on they forehead
bust a nut, that’s f-cking up, they makeup like a warhead
sh-tted on em, nicki menage a trois in this fat b-tch
running on this track, cardio like a fat b-tch
iron in her diet, she suffering from anemia
i feed the d-ck to these birds, part 1, f-ck bulemia
part 2, the weeknd, and some mike’s hard lemonade
some jager, i wager, f-ck with this hand made hand grenade
wondering if this plundering, tumblring gang of thieves
will ever seize being dope to a tolerable degree
i see you. you scared of the wear and tear of the heat
from the fire under your seat, while you rappin of beat
you shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize
rene descartes, blow kush and philosiphise

[raiden]
look if yeezy swagger k!lled him off how come i ain’t extinct?
i tame a b-tch, i’m like a zookeeper man i cage this sh-t
taking many hits from this excellent herbal cali excrement
experiment, this leaf has got me on another exodus
blow an ounce green comes in all these different flavors
breaking every f-cking law, what you expect from teenagers?
i just want a good time, blow this party up like the hundreds
but if b-tches stay persistent i’m bound to throw some punches
his face bl–dy, that sh-t definitely wasn’t an accident
this party ain’t hardcore until someone leaves in an ambulance
if i remember anything, tonight wasn’t good enough
now turn that f-cking flocka up, i still ain’t feeling hood enough

- oddyssey lyrics

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