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letra de over time - damjonboi

[verse 1: ?]
n-gga
in the kitchen with that coco, smellin’ fabuloso
i was taking trips dolo, you was taking photos
enough to feed a hunnit n-ggas at [?] alley solo
if there’s one sh-t, pop em, [ice?] and [drayme?] ro’ ro’
up that petty five bands, you so disrespectful
you n-ggas broke, bacteria, and we spray disinfectant
i told some hoes it was over it’s time to get neglected
that shine touch, we go triple, cause we got a present
my n-gga got them extras hope your n-ggas grabbin’ stretchers
i’on even leave my block with all the known [?] (b-tch)
hey check me out b-tch listen here
now i can hear them bands pop and them same bands that get your friends popped
and b-tch, auntie bringin’ me all of her mans [?]
know i gotta stop this sh-t, my daddy in the feds now
on the other hand, i just pulled up on a hunnit close, f-ck the hood bruh i’m tryna put a hunnit up

[chorus]
n-ggas stressin’ boy i’m never stressin’
took a few losses but i learned a lesson
had some f-ck n-ggas switch but it was a blessin’
i can’t make no move without my weapon
all the time, n-gga, extra hours
money and respect, and the power
all the time, extra hours
money and respect n-gga, and the power
[verse 2: ?]
lil bro pulled up, we got straight to it
dropped that bag off, my baby runnin’ straight through it
who the f-ck is you? don’t answer that ’cause we don’t wanna know
your b-tch d-ck suckin’ cause she know i’m ’bout to blow
all my n-ggas ballin’ you ain’t make the list
bossed up and made a way, n-ggas hate that sh-t
i’m laid back but we get into some gangster sh-t
too much sauce droppin’ gang, we can’t pay for this
sent my dawg an email, yeah i had to bless him
your hoe sucked me on the first day, said i was special
put myself in a better situation
i leveled up but it was hard work, dedication
got some baby step-boys thats really with it
n-gga these hoes for everybody, why you in your feelings?
when i see em in the club, i get them bands tho
get your motherf-ckin’ money, that’s all i’m saying bro

[chorus]
n-ggas stressin’ boy i’m never stressin’
took a few losses but i learned a lesson
had some f-ck n-ggas switch but it was a blessin’
i can’t make no move without my weapon
all the time, n-gga, extra hours
money and respect, and the power
all the time, extra hours
money and respect n-gga, and the power
[verse 3: ?]
i put my last [?] hunnit in the trap
[?] had seventeen on me, i got seven fiends on me
i got [?] i got [?] i have for sale
ak hit his head, he’s lop side as h-ll
i will not lie we have e.a.r makin’ [?] l!ck our spaghetti
we get money, they envy us and jelly put on my giuseppi’s
i’ve been in here with [?]
hit the kitchen, blow that white up, you ready
imma step on that dough, put my drugs on that dope
read a b-tch like i know horoscope
black b-tch, white b-tch, scuba steve, [?]
i hit that shot when it’s important hoe
take em down before i ever seen [?]
i was f-ckin’ b-tches, money move our [?]’s on the road
this sh-t end my soul, real n-gga on my tombstone, get my groove on
[?]

- damjonboi

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