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letra de over time - rocky badd

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[verse 1: allstar lee]
young n-gga on his extra grind
now we stackin’ up extra now
play with us, then it’s pressure time

[verse 2: cammy bands]
he ain’t takin’ mine
lil’ bro wan’ drop a dime
me and lee just commitin’ crimes

[verse 3: allstar lee]
sellin’ loud out
you lil’ n-ggas got a loud mouth
ball hard, never foul out

[verse 4: cammy bands]
bring the crowd out
make a lil’ n-gga sign out
catch a n-gga while he dyin’ out

[verse 5: allstar lee]
dog food, i’m trappin’, bangin’
on brick mile, we hustlin’, slangin’
play with us, n-gga, what you thinkin’?
ar-15 leave your stupid ass mangled
[verse 6: cammy bands]
switchin’ lanes, f-ck the legs, hit the brain
smoke dope just to ease the pain
in the game, who to blame? really, man
keep a nine, luol deng

[verse 7: rocky badd]
lil’ b-tch, this pole gon’ bust you
f-ck n-gga, h-ll nah, i don’t trust you
burner on me, better call this muzzle
hit a n-gga’s spot, put it all in a duffle

[verse 8: allstar lee]
hit the b-tch so fast, i had to bring it back
n-gga want a qp, you gotta bring a stack
young n-ggas with me keep macs close
and we hit the dog food with lactose

[verse 9: rocky badd]
and they serve dog food out the backdoor
know them choppers goin’ if he act slow
know the squad cop p’s by the pack, though
know the squad pop teams if they act slow

[verse 10: cammy bands]
i gotta stay on the payroll
f-ck out my face, boy, i hate hoes
i gotta ball out like tadoe
feds on my ass, gotta lay low
[verse 11: rocky badd]
i’m on the run, gotta lay low
b-tches stealin’ my style, i don’t save hoes
your n-gga do what i say so
i’m on my sh-t, need a bankroll

[verse 12: allstar lee]
yeah, aw, what you need, a show? send the backend
got the u-haul truck, ’bout to back ’em in
girl, you need a real n-gga drop d-ck on you
ot shoppin’ spree, shop strips on you

[verse 13: rocky badd]
need a b-tch like me, they gon’ touch me
real sh-t, won’t leave if i f-ck him
my b-tches pullin’ up platinum, we ain’t with scr-ppin’
b-tches get caught if they lackin’

[verse 14: cammy bands]
shot with the ratchet, totin’ the gadget
know that that b-tch automatic
we let ’em have it, rocky the savage, ayy
we just securin’ the package

[verse 15: rocky badd]
ayy, we just securin’ the package, ayy
b-tch play with us, it get tragic, ayy
these b-tches not in my bracket, ayy
these b-tches don’t want no static, ayy
[verse 16: allstar lee]
this sh-t right here is a classic, yes
burn down your block just like acid, yes
takin’ over nationwide
go against us and it’s homicide, n-gga

- rocky badd

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