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letra de overhead - chief keef

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, f-ck outta here n-gga
gang, oooh, gang, ayy, ooh, bang bang bang

[verse 1]
i pop up in the middle of a hot block (block, gbe baby)
in the drop top, play hopscotch on them hoes (hopscotch)
she actin’ crazy up a big nut on them hoe (frrr)
got the semi and got my glock on them hoe (bang, bang)
wide body come and k!ll a hoe in the parking lot (du-du-duh)
mob sh-t, lose your life over a parking spot (du-du-duh)
trap real motherf-cking stong juggernaut (skuduskrr)
beam on your head make you fall off the top
maid come to clean my house ’cause i like it neat
told her she a good girl she like ‘i’m a freak’ (ayy, ayy)
and i’m smoking o’s like one day that’s my capisce (ayy ayy)
she jump the 8 feet, b-tch said i like it speed (skrt skrt skrt)

[chorus]
sit in a lamborghini and set it on folks (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i just want a new motherf-cking bankroll (ayy)
brand new rolls royce for the sk-nk hoes (skuduskrr, skuduskrr)
we was having fun b-tch we play with dracos (du-du-duh)
p-ssy couldn’t even do a hit ’cause he was scared (nah)
up the f-cking beam and then place it on your head (bang, bang)
hold it on your head like a f-cking overhead (bang)
gotta count the racks before i f-cking go to bed (gang, gang)
[verse 2]
gags up, keke palmer
p-ssy we’ll squeeze your coconut, palm
is your lil brodie b-tch you thought i played some drummers
momma should have wore a f-cking what? condom
can’t take my shorties nowhere ’cause they with it
i see he be frontin’ for them what? for the b-tches
say that he was slidin’, but what? but he snitchin’
can’t take the heat then stay out of what? out the kitchen (ayy)
snitch ass lil’ f-ck boy, how you send a hit and tell on the one you sent boy?
i’m in good health looking like a f-cking l!ck boy
you should get a bunny chain ’cause yo’ ass a trick boy

[verse 3]
gun on me you ain’t even see it
judge trynna stick brodie up for some sh-t he ain’t even did
baby mommas don’t do sh-t, she knows how to be a b-tch
steady telling a young n-gga that he envy as sh-t
he got life and he can’t read a sh-t
we will leave your p-ssy ass f-ckin’, it won’t beat that sh-t
and we ain’t got no problem, reach to the stick
gave her d-ck and told her “b-tch, bye”. she said i’m being a pr-ck (ayy)
i guess i’m v.i.pr-ck
lean on the way has gettin’ vibric
left the h-llcat in the hood and they set it on bricks
took six of everything, no n-gga, it ain’t no sh-t
ayy, is you posted? taking videos of your shooter, don’t post it
cop poppin’ off the f-ckin’ pipes, buy more sticks
ugh ugh, coughin’ on the f-ckin’ dope, is you choke b-tch?
[chorus]
sit in a lamborghini and set it on folks (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i just want a new motherf-cking bankroll (ayy)
brand new rolls royce for the sk-nk hoes (skuduskrr, skuduskrr)
we was having fun b-tch we play with dracos (du-du-duh)
p-ssy couldn’t even do a hit ’cause he was scared (nah)
up the f-cking beam and then place it on your head (bang, bang)
hold it on your head like a f-cking overhead (bang)
gotta count the racks before i f-cking go to bed (gang, gang)

[verse 4]
them young n-ggas ain’t got a lot of money but they got a lot of heart
i was in the jungle just like madagascar
zip you up and put your ass up in a shopping cart
watch what you say around him ’cause he a narc
what gang he claim? i don’t wanna be a part
big got a twin, i don’t know tamara
p-ssy we gon’ send you, we don’t care if it’s v.i.party
hit you with the 9mm 360
put you in the trigger bag, yeah, v.i.b-tch
i don’t need security, b-tch i need a stick
walked up the lambo, they eyeing me and sh-t
lamborghini out side it need serving
what you eyeing me for? get to work b-tch!
b-tch, we got maybachs with the curtains
coutin’ green skin even though i’m dark skin
walkin’ on the beat like a f-cking carpet
said my house clean b-tch that’s that margaret
b-tch in a 4×4 but she can’t park it
yacht so rapped, i ain’t from marcel
[chorus]
sit in a lamborghini and set it on folks (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i just want a new motherf-cking bankroll (ayy)
brand new rolls royce for the sk-nk hoes (skuduskrr, skuduskrr)
we was having fun b-tch we play with dracos (du-du-duh)
p-ssy couldn’t even do a hit ’cause he was scared (nah)
up the f-cking beam and then place it on your head (bang, bang)
hold it on your head like a f-cking overhead (bang)
gotta count the racks before i f-cking go to bed (gang, gang)

[verse 5]
as i sit back relax, shorty hit “yurr” (yeah)
shout out to the shorties that resent finna trap
rat ass n-ggas, man, we got the mice traps
ayy, have your engine like a strap
lyin’ to these b-tches, boy, you know she like papp’
catch yo’ p-ssy ass in jail and make you rap
chicken in the mail, someone call asap
i’m in new orleans, gettin’ chino or the mella
is it true that sayin’ ol’ dogs go to heaven?
you ain’t never squeeze or had that feelin’
up the new to you, i ain’t even like that really
ridin’ with the 50, smokin’ on the pastor
b-tch, we been havin’ beef like tacos
you wanna be half mellie, be the vatos
but she gotta have a membership, coscto
f-ck yo’ clique, drop dead
p-ssy sendin’ 91’s then he got scared
p-ssy can’t hold one, he can’t hold sh-t
how the f-ck you gon’ be a shark, no meme
spedin’ paper no scam
he thought he was live, we gon’ mute him no sound
and we pullin’ up, we’ll shut the show down
police up there, f-ck boy, slow down!
ayy, yeah, yes ma’am
send us the alley, we gon’ come and blow it down
10mm, 45 and 40 cals
b-tch, i buy rk’s, choppers, pistols, pounds
ayy, lean close hoes, not a bean
p-ssy boy was dissin’ then he was lotta sh-t
gang hoppin’ ass n-gga, hoppin’ like a b-tch
shoot the gun in your crib, the neighbors wouldn’t sh-t
ayy, put a tomato on the sheep
ding-ding, it’s beef with you, it’s waitin’ on a b-tch
cartel hit itself, waitin’ on a critic
put him in a suit, he should’ve mind his f-ckin’ business

[outro]
yurr, yeah
yurr, yeah
yurr, yeah
yurr, yeah

- chief keef

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