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letra de nstb (no sleep till brooklyn beastie boys remix) - oddsmokee

ah yah yah
we doing this for sure?
bet, ‘bout to hit
oddsmokee, augmented, s.b.g y’all ready know

‘boutta cop the new nokia to get off the gram
you bred to be a p-ssy, you born in the land
i got time mad plans made fans no fetty
before i lay the pipe i like to eat her like spaghetti
still sippin’ henny, but i gave up the drugs
still in the stu’ with my same old thugs
i bet you that hoe still out copping dubs
two hundred a week whiter than some hospital gloves
in the tesla, rich g copped a bando
the way i slay haters in the stu’, call me rambo
little melvin selling wack, havy’ fulla’ wannabes
i listened to his music but i’d rather eat some head cheese

everywhere i go i see hoes, on hoes
you just a foe bro, blow your dope
no no no

yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah

i really don’t understand these hoe’s from the land
rather have small d-ck then a grown ass man
little james getting tight but i could end it all right here
remember sixteen you were yacking up everclear
can’t even hold your liquor how you finna hold the industry
i don’t need that sh-t independent more like me
augmented got my back with a steady pulse no joke
i’mma keep going even though the flow slowed
i’mma keep taking care of her bro you solid
although not really you just another one of the fallen
yeah oddsmokee the profit, call me when you off it
it’s been three years real men don’t do thot sh-t
smoking on my brother, that’s lie’s like an audit
that xan took him out, like peep out in public

ah
nah
rest in peace the g.o.a.t. that’s f-cked

why waste my energy on a bum ass stalker
-67 it five second call, only thirty to cancel
after that t.h.a.t.s. that smoking za while he rots
eating tots smashing on my debby you just can not compete with us
i should waste my energy on what’s supposed to be family
people that supposed to have god most, be the ones scamming
gram ain’t even six hours dead you upping my rent
claiming this claiming that, makes me motherf-cking sick
family ain’t family anymore, and blood is just blood
shout out those who still with me, the other ones is f-cked
thank you god for my loyal wife’s dump truck
why you gotta give me family make me wanna up chuck

i don’t know i don’t know guess that’s just how it go
your hoe drop it low while she swallow my load
i don’t know i don’t know, guess i’m crazy like daddy
i might pop off soon maybe you just shouldn’t test me
and oddsmokee the profit
call me when you f-cking off it
these boys ain’t men
seeing a whole lotta thot sh-t
ah ah
m-f-, ah

everywhere i go, i see hoes, on hoes
you just a foe bro, blow your dope
no no no
no no no no

(explicit talk)

- oddsmokee

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