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letra de big skillet - odiato

[verse 1: odiato]
feel like myself when i’m cookin on da sk!llet
mamba mentality man job’s not finished
coke on da board, got it balanced, wii fitness
these rappers wanna be dark, but we lived it
i got more demons than people living with no reason
drinkin water for da ice boogaz aquafeenin
when i’m overwhelmed tell my people get back
cuz i’m about to lose some sh-t i ain’t gon get back
my girl know i’ll go slide off a wig sn-tch
if i gotta hold da 4 i gotta risk that
if i gotta throw da 4 i gotta fix that
cuz i’m da general, i had to risk da cat, but i ain’t up yet
my wordplay go over ya head like a bonnet
my punchlines smack you in da mouth like some chronic
buff mothaf-cka with a chain, think he thuganomics
i seen gangstas die to mud, we don’t talk about them baby bottles
we don’t get into dat
da sh-t dat off da internet we been a threat
don’t gotta prove nun cuz sh-t said and done boy
i done came up from a lil petty hit and run boy
i done did a lot of sh-t thinking my time would come boy
but i done gave up my dream up da great beyond boy
cuz i be laying in da bed wit a bubba ray stare
thinkin ion even care if tomorrow i was gone boy
[verse 2: saliva grey]
2020 met odi, he was getting l!cks in
sent him to the corner, made a flip to get a biscuit
had odi trippin off the acid thought he died i saw his spirit lifted
0.00 in his motherf-cking vision
b-tches on his snap getting clapped in the
back, suck it, f-ck it
at least my dawg done got a nut in
leave that p-ssy fussin
hoes complaining bout us changing
we just made it spitting bars and pushing b-ttons, buggin
zed getting head on the couch, odi fake sleep, take a peek, f-ck it, get to bustin
hustlin out the motherf-cking dungeon
at treys crib in the bas-m-nt wit a fake script by the motherf-ckin dozen
these b-tches they comin out the weeds
seen dat, seen dat, seen dat, seen dat sally got the green
leaking, leaking, leaking but no blood up on da scene
michael vick odi my dog, bout to go let him off the leash
aye let’s get into dat
hit up yo girl, why the f-ck you think that b-tch ain’t hittin back?
it’s been a long way from the hard days on the hill boy
odi done put down doin lil petty hit and runs boy
now we 4 up, throw the 4 up to the sun boy
boy i’m so up on that first class throwing up boy
we done grown up, we done glo’d, but ain’t done boy
i been stone cold, you been so so, you my son boy

- odiato

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