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letra de overtime - lil weasel

(intro)
check me out y’all, lil weasel in your area
beats so toxic imma cause malaria

(verse 1)
before a jam, i shotgun a can
then i start to slam, matter of fact, call me mr. splash man
you couldn’t catch me in the streets without a pair of beats in
that’s like bentley football, havin winning season
a king’s aesthetic, so much juice, i’m bloated
mott’s apple ain’t snapple, they’ll find ya body sugar coated
i’m like a god when i face these frauds
collins 2 is the place that is home to my squad
now wait, another verse yet anotha gem
and i rock mcm, i wear ice that’ll freeze ya phlegm
and ain’t a d-mn thing they gonna change
i’ma performer first, through best or worst, been through it like danny ainge
lou, why do you do it?
you know you got the mad fat juice when you rhyme like its overtime

(chorus)
(right..) it’s overtime
(right..) aiyyo it’s overtime
(right..) it’s overtime
(right..) yeah, it’s about overtime

(verse 2)
it’s like glue, you know it’s like glue
i got it packed, you ever thought you’d see a rappin jew?
and when i spit, i turn ya house into an igloo
like liquid nitrogen i cook it but it stay blue
i sn-tch yo girls on my own time
cuz i’m as slick as a salesman flippin lemons for 5 dimes
i’m axe-ing like i’m johnny, sn-tchin up ya honey
and your radio sets, ship em out to hungary
i used to worry, now all i do is relax and pause
when i was young, i was a fan of nasty nas
i drop change, pray for change, but it’s never comin
i’m more cringe than kid cudi when he starts hummin
lil weasel on the rise cuz i’m wise
my idea of exercise is beatin down five guys
back in 94 i was a baby posted
at my daddy’s house is where my briss was-a hosted
hoppin out the cradle cause i thought momma wouldn’t let me stand
and now i’m wearin chains that run me 5 grand
i rap in front of more hebrews than in a synagogue
with bars harder than a seinfeld monologue
i got to have it, i miss lenny krevitz
versatile, my style sticks like bad habits
but not nonsensical, never snortin chemicals
most rapping’s unprofessional but i’m the exception, yo
these are the lyrics of a thug, you’ll always see me lookin smug
cuz in the streets, i’m well known like a local plug
in my zone wit 90s b-ss and rhyme scheme
cuz new rap, ain’t on no ultralight beam
and next time i rhyme, i won’t be a clown
whenever i freestyle, in my head i write it all down
through articulated prose and rhyme
stay tuned, cuz the real bars are goin into overtime

(chorus #2)

(verse 3)
i got it goin down, flip ya smirk into a frown
if you fight with me, i’ll leave ya pants lookin brown
and in the nighttime, i’m with a dime committin crime
word to edson brito who’s stayin on the grind
and when i blast the bud, i’m a stud
i be slayin them fast, not a single bar’s a dud
but chill, p-ss the hennay, and let’s sway
i bag b-tches up at lynnway, and head to peabody
i clean ya holes like drano
and when it’s my time to blow, imma bless you like i’m ho-oh
and haters can’t come round me
and yo, go to h-ll to the zookeep who shot harambe
like supersonic speed i move my lips ya ears’ll bleed
got extra rubba bands for stackin cash and maxin greed
this goes out to cape verde, for takin no merde
g-town that’s population’s thirtay
and my fogu blood, thick as south bama mud
uncle jon, rest in peace, yo, i’m out

(chorus #3)

- lil weasel

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