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letra de overtime - foogiano

[intro: foogiano]
ho, ho
it’s the mayor, n-gga (f-ck is y’all talkin’ ’bout, n-gga?), y’all see these bars
y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, shawty (period)
(my daddy made this beat)
my story
my time (ho)
clockwork
it’s the mayor, n-gga
ho

[verse 1: foogiano]
overtime gang, winning shot, you know i’m michael (huh?)
the young n-ggas, they slangin’ pistols, say that i’m they idol (mob)
ain’t really an idol (nah), the mayor, that’s my title (ho)
flip these pages of my life, get deep just like a bible (for real?)
this b-tch, she want a title (what?), she know that i can’t wife her (ho)
i freestyle by myself, i never jumped into a cypher (never)
these punchlines hittin’ hard, call thеm motherf-ckers tyson (boom)
and yeah, boy, i’m a bеast, but i be chillin’ like a bison (ho)
i’m humble, but i’m almighty (what?)
try me, come out my body (foo)
i’m tiny, but i hit hard
n-gga arm just like a shotty (boom)
i smoke gas in the lobby (huh?)
trappin’, that be my hobby (trap)
these diamonds on me p-ssin’, lil’ n-gga, go find a potty (ice, ice, ice, ice)
got problems, we can solve ’em (huh?)
with me, it come an army (mob)
and everybody double cupped up, movin’ like a zombie (mud)
you say you got some money, well, n-gga, show me some money (broke)
my young n-ggas, they itchin’, they ready to take it from you (mob)
try us, and b-tch, we gunnin’ (ho), double drum hold a hundred (grrah)
close your mouth, you know your baby mama drive a honda (broke)
i send a n-gga, they comin’ (what?)
they stir you up about that cheese, n-gga, like macaroni (mix)
your mama gon’ be screamin’, “lord, why did you take him from me?” (ho)
i sit back and i laugh and i count up on all these hundreds (racks)
i’m laughin’ to the money, these haters, they be so funny (fool)
on the ‘net, he gangster, i see him, he won’t say nothin’ (ho)
i’m finna drop this bomb, when i drop, it’s gon’ be atomic (boom)
[verse 2: geezy escobar]
hey, daddy was a dope boy, n-gga, what you think that i would be? (trap)
told my mama i’d be back, i’m catchin’ plays right up the street (hey)
hittin’ l!ck for a couple bands, now they spend that on the feet
i was crashin’, n-ggas looked right past me, ain’t show love to me
now they double backin’, steady askin’, but it’s up on the fee
now every time i see your b-tch, she somewhere stuck on her knees
the homies ‘posed to be my dog, why it feel like we competin’?
she suck me good, but x out all of the leeches
it’s f-cked up, we ain’t have no og to teach us
gettin’ h-lla racks off bag like i get bags off these features (bag)
since a jit, f-ck on your b-tch and n-gga clean like the cleaners
trap came from rappin’, weigh it up and bag it (hey)
n-gga try, we flashin’, hangin’ out the magnum (hey)
different sh-t, ain’t average
young n-gga came from sh-t, they ain’t want me to have this
now i’m bookin’, yeah, she bad, but she broke, i’ma pass it

[verse 3: foogiano]
now when mama call me, she get them racks on the average (brrt)
she was worried ’bout me back then, i grew to a savage
sell weed in all of my classes, then i started swipin’ the plastic
now my ice is bright (ice), they gon’ pay my price (hey)
that b-tch, she gon’ f-ck ’cause she know i can save her life (smash)
b-tch, i came from reading road, she know my heart cold
phone juggs and hittin’ four-fours, n-gga kick our door (jugg)
[outro]
(my daddy made this beat)

- foogiano

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