Danny Brown - ODB lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - ODB lyrics]
Take another hit and I pass out
Rapping like I’m assed out
Sneaking bitches up, when granny passed out
So ho, what that ass 'bout? Dough
I ain’t going to cash out
Before a little fame
You could get that ass mashed out
Bitch I’m on that cash route
Ain’t looking for a rest stop
They talk about modelling
Might say I need a head shot
I need a dollar for everyone
Born out of wedlock
Tryina make the bread stop
Calling up the dreadlocks
Bitch, I’m 'bout my peso, hablo dinero
And your bitch want me to
Go TP on her bung-hole
I got these rap niggas saying "Uncle"
While I beep-beep
Pull on the hair of a Rapunzel
Think about me and masturbate with the faucet
Bout to take the game and put
That bitch up in the closet
But in the end I’m just a dirty old man
With a pill in my mouth and
My dick in my hand
Mind of a pervert with words I submerge
On the verge of OD'in for the shit that I say
But who gives a fuck
I'm still gon' do this shit anyway
A dirty nigga from Detroit at
The end of the day
So when the night fall I be
Gettin' head in the alley
By a low down nothing 2 dollar skully
Let her use her own rubber, bullshit trojan
Dick too big, nigga I was stuffed in
Bitch I'm David Ruffin and
Ruffles no stuffing
Bundles of Peruvian snow with
His shirt tucked in
Lookin' at the rest of you
Artist like you're nothing
Know that I'm the shit so I don't say shit
But when these rappers rap
Dog they don't say shit
And I'm George Carlin
Fucked a June in August
But in the end I’m just a dirty old man
With a pill in my mouth and
My dick in my hand
Rapping like I’m assed out
Sneaking bitches up, when granny passed out
So ho, what that ass 'bout? Dough
I ain’t going to cash out
Before a little fame
You could get that ass mashed out
Bitch I’m on that cash route
Ain’t looking for a rest stop
They talk about modelling
Might say I need a head shot
I need a dollar for everyone
Born out of wedlock
Tryina make the bread stop
Calling up the dreadlocks
Bitch, I’m 'bout my peso, hablo dinero
And your bitch want me to
Go TP on her bung-hole
I got these rap niggas saying "Uncle"
While I beep-beep
Pull on the hair of a Rapunzel
Think about me and masturbate with the faucet
Bout to take the game and put
That bitch up in the closet
But in the end I’m just a dirty old man
With a pill in my mouth and
My dick in my hand
Mind of a pervert with words I submerge
On the verge of OD'in for the shit that I say
But who gives a fuck
I'm still gon' do this shit anyway
A dirty nigga from Detroit at
The end of the day
So when the night fall I be
Gettin' head in the alley
By a low down nothing 2 dollar skully
Let her use her own rubber, bullshit trojan
Dick too big, nigga I was stuffed in
Bitch I'm David Ruffin and
Ruffles no stuffing
Bundles of Peruvian snow with
His shirt tucked in
Lookin' at the rest of you
Artist like you're nothing
Know that I'm the shit so I don't say shit
But when these rappers rap
Dog they don't say shit
And I'm George Carlin
Fucked a June in August
But in the end I’m just a dirty old man
With a pill in my mouth and
My dick in my hand