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letra de over the top - ​ohsmithhh

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[intro]
run that sh-t up jay
clayco in this b-tch
ha, yeah, ha
ha

[chorus]
late night drinkin’, told me “over the top”
i made this sh-t, you know its a bop
he made that sh-t, you know its a flop
pull up rick store, you know that i’m coppin’
he talkin’ sh-t, get hit in his noggin
pull up to the crib, yeah i get sh-t poppin
you didn’t do sh-t, now you broke and you moppin’

[verse 1]
didn’t f-ck with that b-tch, shawty callin’ me mean
pour me some wock, this sh-t is no green
pour me some drank, i’m pourin’ some lean
talkin’ that sh-t, we meet you with beams
this b-tch is crazy, i’m all in her dreams
he just a weirdo, he think he mainstream
we pull up with sticks, this sh-t is no trees
i gotta get high, roll me some weed
this sh-t isn’t public, this sh-t isn’t free
that’s not yo b-tch, she f-ckin’ on me
number nine fit, not talkin’ white tee
stackin’ my bills, stackin’ my b’s
charge him a ratе, yeah 50 a g
i got sh-t hot, 100 degrees
my homie totin’ .45 acp
you ain’t do sh-t, you ain’t likе me
they just mad that i’m stackin’ them blues
pourin’ up syrup, then i love to drop 2
doin’ myself, just roll with my crew
still do this sh-t, did it for years
quiet in school, don’t f-ck with my peers
yo girl like my song, she love to hear
she tryna f-ck, yeah i’m tryna see her
[chorus]
late night drinkin’, told me “over the top”
i made this sh-t, you know its a bop
he made that sh-t, you know its a flop
pull up rick store, you know that i’m coppin’
he talkin’ sh-t, get hit in his noggin
pull up to the crib, yeah i get sh-t poppin
you didn’t do sh-t, now you broke and you moppin’

[verse 2]
i’m makin’ moves, she told me “over the top”
i’m mixin’ codeine, i’m mixin’ drop, i do this sh-t, i do it alot
pull up 4 deep, this sh-t not 3
she helpin’ my songs while she on me
we drivin’ fast, no need for keys
push to start, press that sh-t with my knee
she f-ck with me cuz i got money
take her out to eat, she f-ck for a week
they cannot f-ck with me, all on my peak
told em’ f-ck lames, “i keep my speed”
hunnid of likes all on my feed, benihana’s when we go out to eat

[outro]
yeah
run that sh-t up jay
clayco in this b-tch

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