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lirik lagu to whom it may concern… – odprophet

[intro]
i’m probably going through a lot of personal change trying to strive to become the best version of myself. so in the name of personal evolution i dedicate this to anyone out there harboring ill feelings towards me

[verse 1: odprophet]
b*tch i’m the landlord (landlord), put the stacks in my hand, wh0re (hand, wh0re)
you just opened a can of worms while you opened the d*mn door
i don’t know what you might have heard, odp is a wild boar
odp is a lost boy, got no reason to smile for
words in my head and a blunt in my hand, i’ll take a sh*t on a man’s floor
this sh*t right hеre is some sh*t that lieutеnant dan wouldn’t stand for (what?)
twenty stamps on a passport, one hundred grand on a dashboard
let it fly out the window just to give the fans what they asked for
boy i’m a paradox (paradox) in a paradox (paradox) with a pair of glocks
smokin’ paraguay (paraguay), you be dropping names (uhh) on a constant basis (b*tch)
i ain’t good with names (nah), homie i’m good with faces (uhh)

[chorus: odprophet]
i stretch a p*ssy ’til it pop, lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
i press a p*ssy, he get popped, lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
i ain’t concerned about my opps, lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
too busy burning down my crops, lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
i stretch a p*ssy ’til it pop, lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
i press a p*ssy, he get popped, lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
i ain’t concerned about my opps, lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
too busy burning down my crops, lil b*tch
[verse 2: odprophet]
i just be riding the soundwaves, we just be riding around blazed
cerberus clique the wrath of the titans ain’t no one fightin’ nowadays
motherf*ckers ain’t tryin’ to throw hands, watch out for suckers with no hands
they liable to pull out the blower first but the real ones gotta hold that
or at least you gotta have a knife to work with on the real though, that’s like life insurance
you know what they say? don’t bring a blade to a gunfight where a knife is worthless
this sh*t is like a circus, they ask for the work but ain’t workin’
for a fight they talk about goin’ on strike but barely can strike the surface
i’m a macaframa (macaframa), blammer c*ck the hammer (c*ck the hammer)
got her resting on my lap a bad mamma jamma
but i still throw these hands up, the sleeper hold your grandma
d*von get the tables destroy you for the camera

[outro: odprophet]
lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
lil b*tch
lil b*tch (lil b*tch)
tune in, turn on and drop out as we turn back the clock to the ’60’s and relive the psychedelic days of love*ins, bra burnings and breaking down the establishment
i thought he was bad! bad! bad!

- odprophet

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