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ovrnite - sixminutefreestyle lyrics

(intro)
(huh, cheuh)
yuh, okay!
(aye, water!)
yuh, i’m way too good at this stuff
(hey, yuh, what, yuh, baby girl)
i don’t even gotta try anymore
(y’all niggas cappin’ out here, ynahmsayn?)
yuh baby girl
(ovrnite, six minute, six minute, yuh)

(verse)
i buy a new car for my bae
take the top off the rar’ for my bae
the best girl by far is my bae
with me, imma star its okay
niggas ain’t runnin’ these streets
count it up, count it up, beep (beep!)
thailin he supply the beats
jay always ready for beef
d always tucked with the heat
d always tucked with the piece
freaky all up in the sheets
call that hoe a uber no eats
stomp him out wearin’ my cleats
at the game we got floor seats
reckless disturbing the peace
shooting up at the police
nigga forever vlone
shawty a snack, dani cohn (hit me up)
u from the a what zone?
king of atlanta your throne
lil nigga you is a ho (you a hoe, q)
everyone already know
wins pile up on my record
i am victory prone, yuh
go insane, uh
lil 14, imma let it bang, uh
imma c.r.e.a.m. nigga call me wu tang, uh
kick it with ya girl like bruce wayne, uh
try to play me like a ho get ya wig split
2 bands for a show yeah we get lit
but we never lackin’ yeah hit you with a stick
now these niggas hate me cuz the words i spit, okay
draco ill grab it
that draco its clappin’
yall niggas is cappin’
spit fye like a dragon
my music its slappin’
y’all niggas is actin
i pack up the package
then don’t know what happened
nigga do not speak
when you know that im rappin’
that flow that im p-ssin’
switch flow like im jackson’
im out of the park like im battin’
yall toe that im taggin’
then i go rob you for backends
smack it and whack it
my niggas they packin’
yeah they catch you slippin’
the wet floor sign gone
these niggas all say they got all the bank
and they wrist had got ice but what wrist is it on?
i do not care
my crew is fire
just like mariah
its down to the wire
yuh
before ya’ll niggas expire
y’all should retire
sheesh
yuh yuh
gucci the fendi the prada the louis
ill count it up count it up count up the blue cheese
hit him with the .45 ain’t talkin’ bout dewey
lil donny be riley lil ovrnite huey
me and my bros stick together like gluey
we live by the slime so our life is so gooey
if i say i love you i mean that stuff truly
yuh countin’ all this cabbage
yuh leave ya man shawty he a maggot
he probablys a –
and thats hecka tragic
got you on that acid
im huncho call me abbot
ballin like i come from abby
and my white hoe her name abby
she hop on it like a rabbit
she eat it up like a carrot
in her back she got baggage
finger roll her in the basket
she got braces bust her brackets
she love inspecting my gadget
up in it i wreak havoc
smack that booty like a racket
old head say turn off all that racket
when i spit fire like a dragon
balenciaga on my jacket
my old hoe she was ratchet
and she still downgraded
i dont care swerve thru traffic, yuh yuh
im not inna g wagon
i dont care swerve thru traffic, yuh yuh
im onna whole other plannet
feel like migos
with the kilos
we gon hand em out to the people
we gon make bands in a rental
imma stunt hard inna benzo
we kick doors for our family
we kick doors for our kinfolk
walk him down with a 20 piece
and i’ll make it all look simple
i am a rebel like naruto, aye
hit you you fall like a domino, aye
wrist is so cold like an eskimo, aye
beats they go hard like im indigo, aye
i got the pistol grip
hit you in your chest you watch how the pistol rip
right thru ur body like you gettin stripped
with ur head on the tip
as i empty this clip
id give em pain hit em with the namikaze
ovrnite more like sauske yall niggas more itachi
think a nigga gara he get hit more like kakashi
have him singin like tinashe and he’s red just like tekashi
internal death i am feeling it aye
i got no heart im a manikin aye
i get the cash i make dividends aye
im sippin’ lean for my medicine aye
chase the money get a bag
why you look like that
every time i hit the club
they tell the dj run it back
i got racks on top of racks
my baby goin thru my stash
we don’t hang out, nah
i brought the gang out
i brought my 40 me and my homies
finna bang out
u don’t don’t do no talkin’
pull up choppa barkin’ (bah)
2 door coupe
tell the valet park it
shooting out the roof
look what you done started
runnin from 12
rung a nigga bell
ya life is so stale
imma be the same nigga
if i’m rotting in a cell
never put em there
lil nigga don’t tell
it’s gon be a long day
trapping out the hallway
niggas think they safe
my choppa take they allstate
spin a nigga block he finna learn the hard way
take a nigga thot she finna learn the hard way
we get lit like everyday
i got donnie with my k
need the packs, i need a break
im running fast, ándale
making money is the race, first place, on relay
made my baby count that cash, cause she know i do not play
and if homie move around, shooters gon’ light up the place
known k!ller in your town, but we won’t face no case
uh yuh
i’m off the, uh aye, pop a pill, a geeker
jumpman on my sneaker, made yo hoe a believer
yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
oh that’s yo mans
we almost shot that nigga
we almost dropped that nigga
donnie get that nigga
jay gon’ rip that nigga
this that gang bro you better love my gang hoe
fake bangin with me gon’ get me paranoid
i had to cut off these scrubs, cut off these little boys
i pulled up in a maybach, dont make a lot of noise
i been playing with rugers and glocks like they some toys
you flex like a hot boy
showin too much get you shot boy
40 with a mop boy
you could never stunt up on my block boy
this that ovrnite stuff
bmore outta sight stuff
thot hoe she like it rough
you can’t bang with us
yuh yuh
thick hoe a keeper
hot like a uh
hot like a fever
hoes off the lean oh, they lookin’ like a tweaker
i’m tweakin’ off a rum, lookin’ like a lemur

- ovrnite lyrics

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