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mr beat the oddz - baby simba lyrics

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 lyrics

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