
letra de 64 controller - overlord scooch
[intro]
(i love you, 20k)
overlord, yeah
(313 mafia)
we on that
we right back at it
[chorus]
scotsdale road, i’m at the breakfast club like charlamagne (big)
plug found out i got an apartment in his daughter name (yeah, ov)
overlord, it’s bylove, dbz, it’s all the same
look at all the chains (ooh), b-tch, we in the detroit hall of fame
[verse 1]
i hold a drac like nintendo 64 controllers
we gettin’ cheese (what kind of cheese you gettin’?), gorgonzola (yeah)
my weed seventy an eighth, you can’t afford to roll it
got a re jogging suit, i went and spent my mortgage on it
respect the store runners and the middle man
them the type of n-ggas turn bosses if they get a chance
hands-on at the trap, a ghetto vince mcmahon
i call the plays, run ’em, and might give a big advance
the hoes fainted, seen the forgiato toes painted
do what i meant when i told her, “we should get more acquainted”
countin’ blue face dweller, that’s the only way i’m goin’ stainless
still gettin’ rap money, every album, flow is changin’
out bein’ a kid on the bimmer, think like serena williams
bricks off the boat, i think my plug used to lead the pilgrims
so blessed are the ones that are the ones that got a chance to see a million
most of the time, it’s somebody from they team that k!lled him
[chorus]
scotsdale road, i’m at the breakfast club like charlamagne (ov)
plug found out i got an apartment in his daughter name
overlord, it’s bylove, dbz, it’s all the same
look at all the chains (ooh), b-tch, we in the detroit hall of fame
scotsdale road, i’m at the breakfast club like charlamagne (overlord)
plug found out i got an apartment in his daughter name (doughboyz)
overlord, it’s bylove, dbz, it’s all the same
look at all the chains (yeah), b-tch, we in the detroit hall of fame (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
they tellin’ me to post more, show my personality
if i do that, i’d f-ck around and have the police after me
n-ggas askin’ me, “do i still ride with quis?”
we locked in, just got some blocks in, but all you n-ggas actin’ cheap
been in them trenches, f-ck knee-deep, i’m shoulder-deep
still ridin’ foreigns, but a n-gga movin’ so discreet
i don’t got no pick-up lines, i let the rollie speak
ride around in pickup dimes, these n-ggas owin’ me
i probably made the most pape’ on my pill runs
i’m a real plug, sh-t, i’m knowin’ you gon’ steal some
i raised a lot of n-ggas, but i got a real son
sh-t, he on his third moncler, i still ain’t did one
i never asked for they support, but n-ggas dead to me
some of you b-tches too, but you can give the head to me
know you n-ggas timmy cookin’ up, you want the recipe
now they face crooked, lookin’ like they took an ecstasy, it’s overlord
(313 mafia)
(i love you, 20k)
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