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yung carti72 - odds on lyrics

[verse 1: yung nagasiki]
it’s your boy it’s the man
yung nagasaki coming through with a plan
i’m blowing up this track blowing up american’s
like they did in pearl harbour
man that sh+t was a sham
imma do it better this time
cause i’m going hard like this beat do
f+ck a shorty in my tent
that’s what i do
build a fire and i chill with the homies
till the morn
then i go hide in my car and watch some p+rn
f+ckin it up
we in the woods
up in north ontario
we camping out here for the week
we eating honey cheerios
heading over to the beach
d+mn look at all the girls
f+ck em all
one by one
stack of condoms
full of sperm

[verse 2: lil bray bray]
they call me axe boy and you’ll see why
i slice up this beat likе i slice up some pie
all you gotta do is gimmе some wood
and i’ll shove it in my ass and it’ll fit real good
they call me adin ross cuz i act so g+y
i’ve touched all the homies s+xually
now they’ve all told me to write a line
but i’d much rather sniff one in my spare time
[verse 3: yung carti]
go into the woods and k!ll a boar
come back to the campfire cook a smore
yeah it’s yung carti on this beat
with the boys so i’ll beat my meat
see an angel in the sky
maybe i should go and die
sh+t never mind she’s a devils girl
she got me cursed like the f+cking black pearl
everything’s harder with young carti
they f+ck with me like they mad at me
freestyle god like my real one stevie
classics all day while we in the streets
living good all day and night
can’t live in this imperfect life
stay grinding until we hit the top
no more living like we gonna drop

[verse 4: aymock]

me and all the homies sittin right around the fire
i be roasting perfect marshmallows you know i won’t retire
ya we sipping orange fanta and we munchin on doritos
as we tell our scary stories and we swat away mosquitos
wake up in the morning and start up the grill then i wince in dismay at the pancakes i’m makin
i look to my right and i see my boy carti i give him a nod as he fries up some bacon
we sit at our camp and i’m lookin around the only thing i’m seeing is men in their forties
we head to the beach and we’re having a blast when i’m with the boys i got no time for shorties
[verse 5: slippery syn]
69 problems but a b+tch ain’t one
cuz i’m chillin with my boys yeah that’s so much fun
we out in the wilderness under the sun
i just walked up in the game and i’m still not
done
yo these b+tches bouncing on my d+ck i got them screaming give me more
my raps are hot like a camp fire be roasting these boys like they s’mores
a hot girl summer all the women showing off their peach
all my boys just enjoy when we flirting at the beach
i be cooking up these beats whippin in the kitchen
my d+ck is so big it’s these tents i be pitchin
with my gangster style they think i’m from the hood
she massage my p+n+s call that chopping my wood

- yung carti72 lyrics

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