Lyrics Overtime - Baby Smoove
Enrgy
made
this
one
My
bitch
real
bad,
she
a
ten
and
some
VVS
and
Diors,
gimme
coochie
and
gums
One
in
the
head,
ain't
a
hunnid
round,
that's
a
one-on-one
Rollin'
with
them
Glocks
in
Atlanta,
yeah,
one-of-one
You
the
type
to
see
me
with
a
Perc'
and
ask
for
the
half
You
the
type
to
buy
a
gram,
not
a
pound
and
a
half
I
was
in
the
hall
makin'
sales,
nigga,
fuck
class
Nigga
asking
for
a
feature,
I'ma
take
his
whole
stash
I
only
like
models,
all
my
bitches
got
a
bag
I
know
I
be
rappin',
but
I
still
get
on
your
ass
Nigga,
you
a
pussy,
you
be
givin'
niggas
passes
I
won't
shoot
you
in
the
mall,
I'll
smack
your
face
off
the
glass
Original
Band
Crew,
at
fifteen,
had
it
tatted
No
cap,
I'm
really
rich
like
that
boy
who
own
the
Mavericks
No
overtime
needed,
we
gon'
leave
him
where
it
happened
Three-five
in
my
'Wood,
you
lil'
bum
niggas
match
it
When
I
leave
out
the
house,
I
wear
a
Cuban
and
a
chopper
I
know
I'm
a
rapper,
but
I
slide
when
it's
a
problem
Crack
the
seal
on
a
pint,
filled
up
my
baby
bottle
I
don't
like
how
he
lookin',
so
his
car,
I'ma
follow
The
day
I
see
cuz,
I'm
puttin'
ten
in
your
face
I'm
really
neighborhood,
these
niggas
faker
than
they
chains
Rich
roller,
franchise,
basketball,
fo'
gang
If
TG
don't
like
you,
then
we
takin'
niggas
chains
I
really
sip
syrup,
this
ain't
start
yesterday
Got
a
switch
on
my
choppa,
this
the
boppa-dop
K
I
look
it
as
respect
when
I
don't
say
it
to
your
face
I
sleep
in
a
palace,
it's
a
really
big
place
I
really
love
the
drink,
so
I
put
a
ring
on
it
You
the
type
to
have
a
court
and
don't
put
your
team
on
it
Niggas
really
rats,
they
just
got
the
cheese
on
'em
I
came
on
her
face,
I
be
leavin'
me
on
her
AMG
Benzes,
Cartier
lenses
The
whole
hood
wave
when
I'm
ridin'
through
the
trenches
I
got
rich
in
a
couple
seconds,
it
ain't
take
a
minute
I
know
you
wanna
dress
like
me,
but
I'm
privileged
Lame
nigga
in
my
lane,
get
his
ass
dunked
on
I
love
Apple
for
them
watches
and
they
iPhones
One
tap
of
the
gas
in
this
car
and
I'm
gone
I
promise
he
ain't
really
tough,
he
just
got
a
cut
song
I
really
get
dressed,
these
niggas
try
to
copy
Spin
that
chop
like
a
butterfly,
sting
like
Ali
Brewer
hat
with
the
glove,
niggas
know
how
we
rockin'
He
wearin'
his
chains
off
the
neck
'cause
he
know
we
gon'
drop
in
(Wearin'
his
chains
off
the,
'cause
he)
Yeah
Franchise
shit
Mm,
mm,
mm
1 Load Management
2 Prada Me
3 Overtime
4 Sleep Walking Pt.2
5 Boonie Flow
6 DX
7 Swing the Wood
8 Bandana Patches
9 Floyd May
10 In My Feelings
11 Sleep Walking Pt.3
12 Poetry
13 Hall of Fame
14 Freestyle
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