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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
yeldee
Songwriter
Lyrics
What are the oooodds odds in my favour
I cook it with flavour
I cook it with flavour
Sprinkle with salt
Toss in some paper so that i can savour these bitches for later
Waiter
Give me some water I'll take her
(Take her)
Money in-print like a chaser
(Chaser)
Ditching a path that be safer
(Safer)
Money, prada, gucci on my mind
Mama telling louie that the didgets they a stolen crime
Triple homicide
(Fast part)
A one to the A 3 to the stray one
Stray one to the shooting with an ar
Killed one like he tay-k with a handgun
Have fun is they saying but I'm unfound
Run out the city
Kill one I think I kill out like fifty
I don't even know how to say my name
Bitch I feel sicky
What are the oooodds odds in my favour
I cook it with flavour
I cook it with flavour
Sprinkle with salt
Waiter
Give me some water I'll take her
(Take her)
Money in-print like a chaser
(Chaser)
Ditching a path that be safer
(Safer)
Money inprint in my mind since a kid in the making
Making all these songs to escape em
Rat race nine to five escape from the matrix
Neo giving pills just for me not to take em
Fuck that
Fuck that
Fuck that
We gon light up for that one day
We gon light up for that one day
Then we gon work till monday
Then we gon grind till sonday
Monday till sonday running
Sonday till monday honey
I got to work no day off
That shit left her dumbfounded
What are the oooodds odds in my favour
I cook it with flavour
I cook it with flavour
Sprinkle with salt
Toss in some paper so that i can savour these bitches for later
Waiter
Give me some water I'll take her
(Take her)
Money in-print like a chaser
(Chaser)
Ditching a path that be safer
(Safer)
Writer(s): Yeldee
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