Even The Odds (feat. Young Thug & Gucci Mane)

Big Sean

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    [Big Sean]
    Bitch, this ain't no boss it's a boss up
    Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up
    Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European
    Bitch she ain't no ho, she my girlfriend

    Bitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep
    Bitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat
    Bitch, this ain't lust, so it's love
    Bitch, this ain't the connect, this the plug
    Bitch, this ain't beef, this is world war
    Bitch, this ain't a show, this a world tour
    Bitch, you don't know me, man, you know me
    Bitch, this ain't the problem, this the solution
    Feelin' like my chakras aligned
    From now on call me Don
    Rhymin' for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan
    Niggas askin' for a cut, they just way out of line
    Thugger

    [Young Thug & Big Sean]
    Ho, this ain't no Ford, this a Maserati
    This is not a movie, baby, this a real dead body
    I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley
    I fuck her one night then I'ma duck up out it
    You do anything for this lil' bitch you might be a Cosby
    Speakin' of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly
    You better not tell nobody, zip it, just zips and addy
    Hit from the back, turn to a car when I'm backin' out it, yeah
    Hit him with ten, fuck it, hammer gon' MAC his body
    Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum-dum
    Hit 'em up like
    Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum
    Hit 'em up like
    Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum
    Yeah, I hit 'em up like
    Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum

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    [ig Sean]
    Bitch, this ain't a boss, this a boss up
    Bitch, this isn't for sure, this a toss up
    Ho, this ain't Toyota, this European
    Bitch, she ain't a ho, she's my girlfriend

    [Big Sean & Gucci Mane]
    Bitch, this ain't time, this is our time
    Bitch, this ain't the plug, this the power line
    Bitch 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 Puma
    Bitch, that ain't the truth, that's a rumor (yeah)
    Bitch, you ain't my friend, you a tumor
    Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer
    Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch times
    No foul lines, just front lines
    Fuck takin' shit, boy, I just take what's mine
    And I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsigned
    Don't nobody want this shit more than I want mine
    Fuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine
    When you get the ball, boy, you be fumblin'
    When you talk that shit, be mumblin'
    Man, I got my one shot
    Fucked around and and-one'd it
    If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look
    Run you out your house and now your ass apartment huntin'
    From that Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that
    Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy
    Your mama should've told you that
    One way in and one way out
    This life just like a cul-de-sac
    The hood behind me like a cobra back
    You quote the internet, I quote the facts
    But snake niggas never tell the truth
    You a liar
    If you swear to God one more time on your life you might die

    [Big Sean]
    Real ones, I know you feel me
    Independent women, know you feel me
    If you self-made, then you feel me
    Text from my girl, she said: Come feel me up
    Real dawgs, I know you feel me
    My OG's, know they feel me, yeah
    Bad bitch, she want to feel me
    Text from my girl, she said: Come feel me up

    [Future]
    If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

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    Composición: Young Thug, Metro Boomin y Big Sean

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