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young mu$ty - odw lyrics

odw lyrics
[intro: young mu$ty]
yeah, yeah, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh
b+tch, i’m on the way
and i got b+tches flyin’ out to me from different states
nah, nah, nah we can’t f+ck, but we can fornicate
just tell me all about yo’ problems in my sweet escape (chasethemoney, chasethemoney)

[verse 1: young mu$ty]
yeah, b+tch i’m on the way
i smell the palm trees and the beaches landed in la
people to see, places to be and money to be made
don’t talk to me ’cause talk is cheap and you ain’t with the gang
and they’ll tie paperclips around they neck to fake a chain
i just wanna understand how they could be so lame
just focus on yo’ f+ckin’ craft and not no petty change
so yeah, it’s time for change and i can’t work for change
juiced up like minute maid
and yeah, i f+cked my maid
’cause she was kinda bad
she workin’ for the bag, so i provide the tip
and her kid had no dad, but i’m not one to brag
i’m pretty good at math (i am, i am)
i’ll teach him how to add (i will, i will)
then put him on the block and he’ll be making cash
the richest in his class, he ain’t ashamed of that
[verse 2: virtue o.s.o]
my feets tired b+tch we runnin’ from the police
got mob ties whip be foreign ain’t got no lease, 4 deep
with my guys it’s no entry n+ggas know me, whoadie
ain’t no lie shorty wet she keep it lowkey holy
aye bae i’m on the way
just flew her out of state
welcome to the west, b+tch enjoy yo’ stay
sorry for the wait, just stacked another k
countin’ california cake
my blunt jet fueled with wedding cake
came with twins i call ’em mary kate and ashley on the way
liquor spillin’ and it’s pistols poppin’
feel like jay rock countin’ up in his pocket
i got plenty options
i’m the coldest one regardless
cause the bottom made me heartless
pour the bottle, pour my 40 up she finna roll me up
i heard them boys wanted the smoke so i gotta pull up
i’m with the gang you wit the ghosts you get turned into dust
you be jockin’ every move but you could never be us
fill the backwood, get another pack we smokin’ the runtz
here today but gone tomorrow
live the fast life never borrow
i don’t feel no pain no sorrow
hoe my d+ck got ferragamo
[verse 3: young mu$ty]
i love it when she suck and swallow
on her knees she gobble gobble
want it forever don’t wanna borrow
we goin’ rounds feel like apollo
pound after pound way too much cargo
pushin weight in the el dorado
hit the gas go full throttle
swervin’ lanes and ducking potholes
cocaine in the monte carlo
that’s the price we pay
the lifestyle we portray
just hope for better days
momma pray we make it safe
i told her not to worry, be home soon
i’m on the way, on the way (on the way)

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