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masiah - overtime lyrics

this that ion give a f-ck flow
catch me in the cutt flow
better hold your breathe or im comin at you cut throat

say you wanna bubble well id rather let the suds float
under all this rubble youll unshovel how my time broke
i just couldnt settle wit no bezel and no neck rope
rather it be gold than a cord tied to dead hope
all my chains on froze wit a glow while i just toke
i just wanna know if this hoe tryna get broke
hold on to her toes make her moan while i just stroke
take it to the floor for some more cause the bed broke
swimmin in the p-ssy im about to hit a breast stroke
sonin all these n-ggas guess my rating is parental
sh-t just got chaotic cause i caught my flow and c-cked it
sh-t it could be catastrophic but im cookin up a profit
cop a two door coupe and drop it
im all gas no breaks to stop it
treat her like a zit just pop it
donald trump my money grope it
i remember walkin to the cutt to spark my blunts
now i walk around my other hand up on my nuts
b-tch im out of tampa so you know im bout my bucs
walkin wit a limp cause the way i got it tucked
shawty say she down but im on my way up
know im always makin moves while you other n-ggas stuck
ok you a goon my gang of goblins in the cutt
pack from new orleans really got me weezy when i talk

gon ahead
roll it up
pour it up
got my middle finger up
sayin f-ck an opp
gon get the guap
hustle never stop
man a milly aint enough
i stay on the grind
for each and every dime
they say time is money
im workin overtime
i see it in they face
all them b-tches fake
all them n-ggas hate
they tryna eat off of my plate
gon ahead
roll it up
pour it up
got my middle finger up
sayin f-ck an opp
gon get the guap
hustle never stop
man a milly aint enough
i stay on the grind
for each and every dime
they say time is money
im workin overtime
i see it in they face
all them b-tches fake
all them n-ggas hate
they tryna eat off of my plate

my n-gga just got booked
he was f-ckin out on bail
i know every n-gga prayin for no prison in the jails
when it f-ckin rains it pours cold world now its hail
n-ggas really dumb as h-ll really thought that life is fair
you do not fit my circle n-gga you a f-ckin square
im ridin solo smokin dolo but i like my blunts in pairs
watch me break the hotbox and pollute all of the air
this that chronic it could lift steven hawkins out his chair
way too young for wear and tear
play my cards like solitaire
so if i f-ck it up i grab my deck an then im outta here
mind over matter but they equal on the lever scale
gon think about it cause a mind gon need a vessel still
in too deep to settle here
its gettin hot dont meddle here
a n-gga popped yo chain
boy i told yo -ss dont go by there
f-ckin up my reup cash
bet i make a profit still
gon pop the double seal
pour it up
got a bih look like rihanna here
she make the whole d-ck disappear
hit her wit no condom but her boyfriend gotta wear one still
ill be straight wit m’s ion even want a record deal
crash course called life jesus let me get the steering while
no i wont burn out but im ready for the wheels to squeel
caught up in the fast lane im just cruzin and im shiftin gears
how you wound up here
im just f-ckin wit the fishing reel
call me reality what you f-ckin wit is somethin real

- masiah lyrics

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