Oddyssey - Workaholics (ft. Raiden)

I got this one bad bitch
That always calls me after work
When ho becomes a religion,
She prays whiles she makes it twerk
These sluts want the D,
I agree, They say they crave it
I put a motherfucking cuff
On the pussy, I enslave it
Bitch listen closely,
You can hear the fans raving us
I go fucking bananas,
So you know them apes is bathing us
8 doobies to the face?

Nigga fuck that!
A couple of bong rips,
Her thong slips, I'm up in that
Oddy got the dope dick,
She chokes while she sucks it
Bitch smoke pole like a crack
Addict with crust lips
Rub clits, please dont worry about diseases
Makin bitches scrub with Purrel
Before they begin to please it

We cause mischief, pitting
And splitting up in the living room
Always in the spotlight,
You in the dark getting ridiculed
On that diesel fuel,
Going harder than charger pistons
Think you've had enough, You haven't,
Quit your bitching, Fucking drink it
I didn't come to stand around
And have all these people looking
At some faggots standing
By the wall looking like fucking pussies
Get it straight, No edge,
But if you are then get the fuck out

No bitch shit here,
You fight back or get knocked the fuck out
Epileptic flow, It's like Rozay series of seizures
I ain't Kreayshawn, But all these bitches still at my leisure
Ignorance is bliss, Yet I'm always outstanding her
I did it on you niggas, Shitted on em, Jenna Hannenburg

Uhm, Uh
Okay you fancy huh?
Spit a lot of game for a bitch that hasnt Anti'd Up
Get it straight, Don't act wrong and get fussy
Got bitches rocking Mags round
The house in they undies
And bluntly, I tell them I'm done
And that they could leave
Wipe me down and get a tissue
For the semen on your sleeve
Leave the bitches on the futon,
My kids on they forehead
Bust a nut, That's Fucking up,
They makeup like a warhead
Shitted on em, Nicki menage a trois in this fat bitch
Running on this track, Cardio like a fat bitch
Iron in her diet, She suffering from anemia
I feed the dick to these birds,

Part 1, Fuck bulemia
Part 2, The Weeknd,
And some Mike's Hard Lemonade
Some Jager, I wager,
Fuck with this hand made hand grenade
Wondering if this plundering,
Tumblring gang of thieves
Will ever seize being dope
To a tolerable degree

I see you. You scared of the wear
And tear of the heat
From the fire under your seat,
While you rappin of beat
You shoot me in a dream,
You better wake up and apologize
Rene Descartes, Blow kush and philosiphise

Look if Yeezy swagger killed him
Off how come I ain't extinct?
I tame a bitch, I'm like
A zookeeper man I cage this shit
Taking many hits from this excellent
Herbal Cali excrement
Experiment, This leaf
Has got me on another exodus
Blow an ounce green comes
In all these different flavors
Breaking every fucking law,
What you expect from teenagers?

I just want a good time,
Blow this party up like The Hundreds
But if bitches stay persistent
I'm bound to throw some punches
His face bloody, That shit
Definitely wasn't an accident
This party ain't hardcore
Until someone leaves in an ambulance
If I remember anything,
Tonight wasn't good enough
Now turn that fucking Flocka up,
I still ain't feeling hood enough