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odiato - middle man lyrics

[verse 1: odiato]
i+i+i get crack through da mothaf+ckin trigger, mane
babe ruth, we some mothaf+ckin hittas, mane
i pick a thot b+tch out like a pickup game
i get chicken from da south, i ain’t raisin canes
get+get+get loud, when she ride it call dis b+tch kawasaki
pull up like an emperor, i’m drippin out some haki
throw dis sh+t together like a sandwich, way of aki
i was fighting wit my pops, we like yujiro and baki (boom boom boom!)
we like+we like endeavor and dabi
my la hobby on da side filled wit homi’s (gah d+mn!)
like a thot, all my closet full of bodies (she a hoe!)
on da block wit a stripper and an oxy
odisal, we done got it out da mud
i want crack sparks up in da bud
i know you could be us, if ya could
like a wild fire, wish a rapper would
hooded up, cutting throats like i’m ezio
i get done, then i give my girl a x and o (mwah)
plug yellow, he done came up from da taxico
i like staying at da bottom, i ain’t pressed to blow
me and sally we get dirty on da pick and roll
he tell me middle man da pack, that’s a give and go
lil flakes in da gas, color indigo
i smoke a cigarette right outside da corner store (boom boom boom)
[verse 2: saliva grey]
smoke a opp like a ciggy, whatchu doin boy?
get that rock, then i flip it to a cracker boy
odi nut up in that queen, that’s a almond joy
get to busting, get to busting, get to busting it’s that
odisal, keepin it wild, pullin triggers, mane
trap kobe, got my choppa i don’t miss a game
watch yo mouth, f+ck around, lay em on the train
track em down, path asura, gotta give the pain
f+ck with odi, put em on a hoodie witta halo
i ain’t talking to you p+ssies, sally rather lay low
write the profit down, i’m stacking up on all these banknotes
no loan, keep it liquid, imma make it rain and
all these b+tches backin up on sally in reverse, i call em terry (d+mn terry!)
loyal to the trap, ain’t never leaving, i been married
grey that motherf+cker coming out the cemetery
pushing all this weight up out the bottom, you could call me larry
copycat, p+ssy knew you was a calico
tag teaming on yo b+tch, you ain’t never know
ran through my three exes, ain’t no tic tac toe
never trappin like saliva, you ain’t got enough o’s

- odiato lyrics

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