Top Songs By BLK ODYSSY
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLK ODYSSY
Vocals
Juwan Elcock
Bass
JeMarcus Bridges
Keyboards
Alejandro Rios
Guitar
Harry Edhoukwa
Vocals
Maya Sampelton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juwan Elcock
Songwriter
Jordan Elcock
Songwriter
JeMarcus Bridges
Songwriter
Isaiah Boone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BLK ODYSSY
Producer
Ingmar Carlson
Mixing Engineer
Hector Vega
Mastering Engineer
Victor Gaspar
Engineer
Eric Guerrero
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tyler Smith
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brad Lauchert
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Shorty wanna be my mistress
Plottin' all on these riches
Better of bein' my vixen
Gon' mark me off the hit list
Mind your business
Shawty fuckin' with a misfit
Shawty fuckin' with a misfit
Shawty fuckin' with a-
The way she think I'm Hercules
Want me to push on her hips
Shiny things and diamond rings
She like the gold on my wrist
I love it when you talkin' cocky
I love it when I talkin' naughty
Rush to the after party
Party, ah, ah shit, yeah
And if she don't reply to me than that's her loss, yeah
I got women down to ride for me that sauce, yeah
She recognize the bag I'm chasin' and the way I'm flossin'
Baby, please call me daddy, she know who the
Get a bag, spend a bag
She ain't lookin' at a money tag
Hand cuff like it's Cartier
Ask if I'm in the bag?
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Pretty boy, she adores
Other ****, she gon' cut 'em off
Spray a **** like some Lysol
Ask if I'm in my bag
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
She my genie in a bottle
Said she wanna ride out, then she lay low
Brown skin, shawty stay out in San Antonio
I-I-I spend a couple bands, I ain't trippin', shit, you know it's nothin' (Uh, yeah)
Vacuum seal on the zip pack
Plug still bussin' like, ah yeah
And she's knows, she knows, she knows I do the most, yeah
It's a rush when she takes off all her clothes, yeah
I love it when you talkin' cocky
You really just want my body
Rush to the after party
Party, and I'm like, ah shit
If she don't reply to me, then that's her loss, yeah
I got women down to rise for me, that sauce, yeah
She recognize the bag I'm chasin' and the way I'm flossin'
Baby, please call me daddy, she know who the
Get a bag, spend a bag
She ain't lookin' at a money tag
Hand cuff like it's Cartier
Ask if I'm in the bag?
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Pretty boy, she adores
Other ****, she gon' cut 'em off
Spray a **** like some Lysol
Ask if im in my bag
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Written by: Isaiah Boone, JeMarcus Bridges, Jordan Elcock, Juwan Elcock