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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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