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(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Now tell y'all, how to do a crime
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit (ayy, yeah)
Now tell y'all, how to do a crime
Goddamn it, I'm on another planet (uh)
Why they call me Oddy Nuff, you'll never understand it (yeah)
Keep a strap on me, just in case I'm ever stranded (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ready to up the fire, now you lookin' like a busted pomegranate (uh)
Hop in the Mercedes spaceship, don't panic (ah)
Crash land in Louisiana like I fuckin' planned it (planned it)
It's strictly no photos, especially if they candid (ah)
She call me daddy 'cause her pussy mine and I demand it (yuh)
Branded, and so are all my G59 bandits
Hate on suicide, but we all know that you stan it (haha)
The way I played the hand, that I was dealt you'd think I'm Gambit (ah)
Holdin' up the five-nine skull like I'm Hamlet
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
I'm on my pimp shit (oh)
Ayy, yeah (oh, yeah, oh)
I'm in New Orleans off them Percocets
Like I'm Sean Payton (who that?)
Bitches hit my line, I said, "Not today, Satan" (not today)
Fine dinin' in a pair of Crocs, grippin' Kimber Glocks
Watchin' money turnin' fam to opps, what a paradox (go, go, go)
Never could take none of them serious, they just made me curious (go, go)
Of how they so pussy, but don't ever have a period (that's true, North)
Stars up where the ceilin' is (North), Donald Trump interior (North)
Heroin came from Syria (yo, chill)
Okay, I'm finished, sike
Invade a bitches throat
Then evade the conversation (skrrt-skrrt)
Checkin' expiration dates, my only moderation
Went from broke in a shed, to a billion valuation (Grey, Grey, Grey)
Still that skinny, pimpin', drug-takin' Caucasian (what?)
Lick, lick-lick
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lick, lick-lick
Lickin' up some busta's shit
(It's a smash)
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Now tell y'all, how to do a crime
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit (ayy, yeah)
Now tell y'all, how to do a crime
Why they call me Oddy Nuff, you'll never understand it (yeah)
Keep a strap on me, just in case I'm ever stranded (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ready to up the fire, now you lookin' like a busted pomegranate (uh)
Hop in the Mercedes spaceship, don't panic (ah)
Crash land in Louisiana like I fuckin' planned it (planned it)
It's strictly no photos, especially if they candid (ah)
She call me daddy 'cause her pussy mine and I demand it (yuh)
Branded, and so are all my G59 bandits
Hate on suicide, but we all know that you stan it (haha)
The way I played the hand, that I was dealt you'd think I'm Gambit (ah)
Holdin' up the five-nine skull like I'm Hamlet
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
I'm on my pimp shit (oh)
Ayy, yeah (oh, yeah, oh)
Like I'm Sean Payton (who that?)
Bitches hit my line, I said, "Not today, Satan" (not today)
Fine dinin' in a pair of Crocs, grippin' Kimber Glocks
Watchin' money turnin' fam to opps, what a paradox (go, go, go)
Never could take none of them serious, they just made me curious (go, go)
Of how they so pussy, but don't ever have a period (that's true, North)
Stars up where the ceilin' is (North), Donald Trump interior (North)
Heroin came from Syria (yo, chill)
Okay, I'm finished, sike
Invade a bitches throat
Then evade the conversation (skrrt-skrrt)
Checkin' expiration dates, my only moderation
Went from broke in a shed, to a billion valuation (Grey, Grey, Grey)
Still that skinny, pimpin', drug-takin' Caucasian (what?)
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lick, lick-lick
Lickin' up some busta's shit
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Submitted by
toplyricsbot On Jun 29, 2024
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