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veeze – overseasballer lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah
naw
yeah

[verse]
i dig, my baby, i know that you should (i know that you should)
you spendin’ too petty, how you gon’ meet the plug? (how the f+ck you gon’ meet the plug?)
same n+gga sneak dissin’, see me, give me a hug (weird+ass n+gga)
n+gga location cap, why you trollin’ the hood? (what the f+ck?)
she say “veeze, you so mean, why i love you so much?” (i don’t know)
purple lines was in my dream, too much wock’ in my cup (pshh)
where i’m from, you ain’t indicted, you ain’t ballin’ enough (lil’ n+gga)
i got nothin’ but some money, ain’t no game i could run (frrt, bee)
say the word, i’ll have my shorty strip you out of your sh+t
n+ggas playin’ police games with they opps on the ‘net (ah)
baby, do you want to f+ck? you ain’t gon’ eye me to death (let mе know)
me and gang just hit the scenе like bl++dy osiris and them (ooh)
b+tch, you know that i got class just by the outfit i pick (what?)
n+gga, that sh+t you got on trash, crop you out of my pic (n+gga)
boy, you need to get some rest, you just started poppin’ that sh+t (pshh)
might just crash off a xan’, i gotta count it again (frrt, bee, bee)
eyes low, on some prayer hands, bowin’ my head (yeah)
cup dark, had to ask him how much cotton he pick (ooh)
b+tches cookin’, rubbin’ feet like it’s a wifey audition (huh?)
used to move the bag on 12th when meech and kash doll was kissing (swear to god, n+gga)
right now i’m watchin’ calories, no salt in my pimpin’ (for real)
i used to have hoop dreams, i end up softball pitchin’ (haha)
i break the law in fashion, boston george my twin (yeah)
i crossed that n+gga and stepped him just like iverson did (i crossed that n+gga and stepped him)
that whip sittin’ on a brick, but it ain’t cars that we stealin’ (stupid)
she named her daughter gang, that’s how i know that she miss me (haha)
my stash is colored, i edible arrangement the money (frr)
i’m poppin’ paink!llers, but my heart still ain’t healin’ (ugh)
you see me with that ho, boy, you know that i hit it (yeah)
it’s ice on my chest, got my heart in the frigid (yeah)
i’m overseas ballin’, man, i feel like nowitzki (what?)
who shot me in my back? naw, my outfit just ricky (man, shut the f+ck up)
i cut them b+tches short when i find out they p+ssy (yeah)
was raised around lords, i can’t f+ck up tradition (haha)
i do these b+tches sad, left ’em right in the trenches
they biggest motivation try to hurt veeze feelings, hah

- veeze lyrics

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