Video Even The Odds de Young Thug 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Young Thug - Even The Odds Lyrics

Bitch, this ain't no boss, this a boss upBitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss upBitch, this ain't Toyota, this EuropeanBitch she ain't no hoe, she my girlfriendBitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleepBitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eatBitch, this ain't lust so it's loveBitch, this ain't the connect, this the plugBitch, this ain't beef, this is world warBitch, this ain't a show, this a world tourBitch, you don't know me, now you know meBitch, this ain't the problem, this the solutionFeeling like my chakras alignedFrom now on call me DonRhyming for days, I couldn't eat and it was not RamadanNiggas asking for a cut, they just way out of lineHoe, this ain't no Ford, this a Maserati (Thugger)This not a movie, baby, this a real dead bodyI'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolleyI fuck her one night then I'mma duck up outtaYou do anything for this lil' bitch you might be a CosbySpeaking of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with mollyYou better not tell nobody, zip it, just zips and addyHit from the back, turn to a car word I'm backing out it, yoHit it with 10, fuck it, I'mma go mack his bodyHit 'em up likeDid 'em up likeHit 'em up likeBitch, this ain't a boss, this a boss upBitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss upHoe, this ain't Toyota, this EuropeanBitch, she ain't a hoe, she's my girlfriendBitch, this ain't time, this is our timeBitch, this ain't the plug, this the power lineBitch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci (it's Gucci)Bitch, you ain't know me, man you know me (yeah)Bitch, this ain't Adidas, this PumaBitch, that ain't the truth, that's a rumorBitch, you ain't my friend, you a tumorBitch, that ain't the new one, this newerBitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch timeNow foul lines, just front linesFuck taking shit, boy, I just take what's mineAnd I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsignedDon't nobody want this shit more than I want mineFuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mineWhen you get the ball, boy, you be fumblingWhen you talk that shit be mumblingMan, I got my one shotFucked around and and-one'd itIf the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, lookRun you out your house and now your ass apartment huntingFrom that Michigan cold, and I'm colder than thatDon't fuck with my crazy ass, boyYour mama should've told you thatWhen we in it, one way outThis life just like a cul-de-sacThe hood behind me like a cobra backYou quote the internet, I quote the factsBut snake niggas never tell the truthYou a liarIf you swear to God one more time on your life you might dieReal ones, I know you feel meIndependent women, I know you feel meIf you self-made, then you feel meText from my girl said "Come feel me up"Real dawgs, I know you feel meMy OG's know they feel me, yeahBad bitch, she want to feel meText from my girl said "Come feel me up"If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you