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thugga massina - odds lyrics

[intro]
yea
new m-ssina sh-t
amazin beats
this one’s for the streets

[verse 1]
i know my b-tch probably p-ssed, i ain’t been home in a week
i was down on my d-ck, had to get back to the streets
in the heart of the drought, i’m ridin’ ’round with the heat
like the big comfy couch, got toys under the seat
they hollering preach young n-gg- preach
you the one that spit that real
drop that sh-t that we can feel
ain’t no visitation, really went hand to hand
married to the game like stephanie mcmahon
here i stand in the midst of it all
with my word and my b-lls
n-gg-s want it shorthand, i ain’t dj paul
but i keep a juicy j when the times get hard
plant of renown make me feel like god

[hook]
me and my b-tch at odds
the cards stacked against me, gotta even the odds
i’m trusting in my pistol and believing in god
some n-gg-s get a meal and leave their teams to starve
i find that odd
now what’s the odds of me getting rich?
and what’s the odds i can hit ya b-tch?
yeah i’ve been gone for a little bit – but watch me come back hard
going against all odds

[verse 2]
(ay thugga where you been?)
sitting at the table with bosses having a pow wow
trying to make a m like anthony davis’ eyebrows
n-gg-s biting my style – f-ck around, get salmonella
i’m too raw – eddie with the leathers
you n-gg-s still ain’t got your sh-t together? i lament
i’m counting blue hundreds, you ain’t got a red cent
and still ain’t content, i got dreams of mad wealth
let’s talk green like cartoons with bad breath
yeah, ’cause they ain’t sold it like us
them n-gg-s new bread, they ain’t molded like us
in moolah we trust, i’m trying to be on forbes magazine
and i put it on jesus like mary magdalene

[hook]
they say my story’s so inspiring
capital doublin’ like ireland
practice what i preach, you’re allen iverson
used to study 5 percent
and rastafarian – haile sel-ssie sh-t
sh-tting on ’em before i had a pot to p-ss
it’s obvious we’re opposites
and i’m that n-gg- on this microphone
sick as magic, you don’t wanna play with me like karl malone
(that’s not politically correct)
it’s just jokes
lighten up like you’re using dove soap
stay woke!

[hook]

- thugga massina lyrics

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