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letra de ace o' spades - oddsmokee

(oddsmokee, whoa whoa whoaaaaa)

don’t you know girl ah, i only finesse
she with her ex boys, (yah), say less
exposing a thot like a pregnancy, so i’m honest
to be honest, i feel like you not sh-t but you flaunt it
i’m going off like a rocket, i know this sh-ts outta pocket
but i know that she watching, lika chef get to chopping it up
like some lettuce, smoke it up to the heavens
i learned me some lessons, now my crew get my blessings
they say imma criminal, hand the case to my daddy
human law got him tired at 23 and he had it
as for me, they had me at seventeen
twenty one twenty two twenty three, i like my weed
why all these youngins so mad, quick to hate
maybe cause your guy banging your girl, yall fake
don’t mistake the old me, i used to be an earthquake
now i meditate my hate, then throw that sh-t onna tape
i gave up the vape, i’m smoking ciggys like ziggy
i don’t need the pillys cause they got me feeling so silly
goal for now is a milly, k!lling like k!lly billy
lyrically i am gifted, rest o’ these rappers just sh-tty

aced it up and i passed you
pushing out tracks like a spaz (ooooooo)
your fakes really like to gas you
seems like they only care bout’ your revenue (ooooo)
sippin jack now some henny, i’m disgusting like thompson
but we all gotta routine, at least i don’t ever flaunt it
shake and baker, thon maker, like a center elevator
augmented innovator, your bars need a respirator
my team a motivator, hit you like the terminator
blowing it up on the spot, like you some thots (ah)
i don’t know you bro, so go take a walk
watch your mouth little youngin, or we gon’ draw up the chalk-
rhymes with the beats, make you think like hitchc-ck-
now you wanna go back, but it’s too late we cannot
you came at the best, so take the wounds like iraq
smack you, like too much chiraq
you a big disgrace, better say the holy grace
boutta hit you like a wave, got so much built up rage
from the younger younger days, now it’s destroy o’clock
got my guy in the slot, 21 seconds left
im savage so that’s a lot
like a gunshot, you step to me now you on the ground
begging me oddy oddy don’t put me down
like i thought fake clowns, from a fake ass town
popped out the womb chatting b-tch, bet your dad proud
boutta unlock the buck shot, this one for the crowd
don’t you ever think, you can compare i’ll knock you into sp-ce
take off after you, then throw you back to h-ll’s gates
ace o’ spades, (ah ha)
had it planned but it’s handed, local article about him
but his music is rancid, if daddy worked for the paper
i’d be h-lla transparent, especially the union
that dude is outlandish
imma hand it to rich cause aug got my branding
nothing will be left standing, we building up to the rafters
you stay on the bleachers, we ballin out like the raptors
shout out to chilly coming up faster and faster
shout out spence, we just manufacture

- oddsmokee

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