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letra de mr beat the oddz - baby simba

mr beat the oddz lyrics
when i’m in the booth i tell no lies

don’t point me that beef because them guys ain’t one of mine

you see that k!lla in my eyes

tell that p-ssy come outside
(p-ssy b-tch)

he was raised to run and hide
{let’s go let’s go let’s go}

when i see my opp it’s no talking we gone collide

yea i f-cked his bm he tripping f-cked up his pride

he said he’s gone k!ll me shrug my shoulders then i nod

ask the last n-gga that tried yea you can’t kuz he with god

they call me mr beat the odds

i’m like moses with that rod

f-ck your rules we don’t abide
i said i love you but i lied

i like all my b-tches sneaky

i can’t f-ck kuz she to easy

gotta cheat just to come see me . ain’t my b-tch but still leave me

(aye man i been popping big sh-t)
(big simba man)
(i’m done beefing with y’all hoe ass n-ggas )
(let me talk to yo b-tch right quick)
come here . aye aye
let’s go let’s go let’s go

i got my pistol . i’m off liquor i might over react

i pop bean and f-ck for hours rounds back to back

i eat that p-ssy i’m freak nasty watch me kiss up her back

i prop her up , she talk to much . i put some d-ck in her neck

make sure she straight make sure ate that’s how you get ya respect
we like hunch i like to f-ck i think i love having s-x

f-ck on yo b-tch, s-x on my main and i still f-ck with my ex

i’m just waiting for your cousin i just gotta confess

she got a boyfriend and she messy and she say i’m up next

cheat on yo n-gga f-ck on me don’t have to deal with no stress

don’t trust no n-gga don’t trust no b-tch get that sh-t off my chest

i f-cked on bruh girl and his girl ik why n-ggas is stress they pressed
(uhhhhhhhh)

aye bruh i don’t know why you even mad you not the first one
i been doing this sh-t we been doing this sh-t
you know what i’m saying
don’t hate the game hate the playa n-gga
aye aye

they call me freak nasty
some call me zaddy
ion waste no time i’m tryna f-ck send me the addy
i don’t do no talking that’s my business plz don’t ask me
she get freaky for me. play with that p-ssy and spreading her ass checks
baby gotta figure and satuma i
think she a athlete
b-tches hear about me . hating ,wishing they had me
i used to love on these hoes that was the past me
when i’m in the booth i tell no lies

don’t point me that beef because them guys ain’t one of mine

you see that k!lla in my eyes

tell that p-ssy come outside
(p-ssy b-tch)

he was raised to run and hide
{let’s go let’s go let’s go}

when i see my opp it’s no talking we gone collide

yea i f-cked his bm he tripping f-cked up his pride

he said he’s gone k!ll me shrug my shoulders then i nod

ask the last n-gga that tried yea you can’t kuz he with god

- baby simba

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