paroles de chanson Overdrive Pt. 2 - Chillinit

Everyone got somethin' to say these days, fuckin' hell

Brudda wanna talk on the gram, oh damn
I just laugh and I won't go start it
Big house got plants in the back, hmm, better homes and gardens
Got 28 grams in the pack, fall back my brudda, 'til the phones on nada
You ain't never gon' see me beggin'
In fact I ain't even gonna beg your pardon

I was cool, runnings
In your warehouse, get the tools, bunnings
Wood with the hardware
Seafood, I go hard, yeah
I'ma get your sauce like tartare, tsss
I might burn you
The tax sees me and your bitch I might swerve you
The dark arts rule
It was half-past two
Like Ja gone Rule when I rain down murder

The bally on, see my eyes, burka
Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya
Come up on the counter, bruh, I might serve ya
Up your mountains brah, I'm like sherpas
I made millions
All you mc's broke and jokes, you're all cats like Williams
I don't give a uck for ya clash
Removed all the L's, that's cash, millions

I don't wanna act like children
Fuck a rental, I said that's my building
That's my land, that's my block
Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the rock
I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper
I probably put a ball in a box, it's like Kieffer's
I'm waiting for the coins to drop, it's like features
I'm blindin', got the cash like lightning

Hahahaha
420 family
Ay, ay, ay
420 family
Ay, ay, ay
420 family
Octagon, out now (Trooh Hippi)
Ragh (Trooh Hippi)

Saw the signs in the field, Cranmer
Brah, I was in the ville, no danger
My soul might struggle to rebuild, I'm a cold type
Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers
On my radar, I don't rate ya, I could caveman fire like caveman
Hoffman when he rayman, see ya later
Get the smoke, it's not vapour

Ragh, grey van, 28 grams, straight glam, had a spray tan, might date ya
But ya waist man, too big for ya wasteman
Get a great man, daddy like Vader
Take a knee son, might take ya, eyes looks Japanese, Geisha
Might place online, gamer
While I'm rackin the rack in up off the radar

If you got one, then I got ten
I'm a drop set, monster loch ness
Said he top one, he ain't even top ten
Look, I spell it out for you
'Cause you're a flop, give a F no L, you're the opp then
Wordplay burnt J when I crop sesh, got the fire in the pencil, hot lead
Got the fire in the brain, hot head

How sweet disposition like a temper trap, I bend ya back
And fuck it then I'll send it back
Collect the pack and get the stash
And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper
You ain't better than this
You ain't better on a record, you're irrelevant spit
So up late like Letterman is
And my girl got faces and bootys like Bella Hadid, jealous

Hard like render
In the future with the armour, bender
Might get fried, one way flight to Jamaica
One eye on 'em like Leela
Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?
Look brudda, I stay where the herb be
Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?
Fuck that, go back to the first beat
Argh ragh

Black tracksuit, LV sneaker
Chilly got an appetite, he might eat ya
Chilly got an appetite he might eat ya

Paites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG
It was 8.3 off a mate from Glebe
In a blacked out Benz or an AMG
Or a G63 G Wagon, I've never been laggin'
The shunter shunter get the bag in
Body Bag since BodyBag toe tag it
Couple G's, OG might bag it

Smoke on reefer, you MC's want smoke, shisha
Talk to the reaper, 2.1 and the blueberry I'm into eight like pizza
I can school ya, like teacher
Don't know Jack the fact I might reach ya
Make you feel like you popped three xans
And a Gram of that liquid ghee it might sleep ya

I'm kicking it like Gracie
Rock band, blow 'em a kiss just like chasey
Barbie in Malibu, Stacey
Heard ya girl want shots, don't chase me, brah
I'm like a pokie machine 'cause you hate me, still you wanna play me
You put all your time inside mine and now
Once your money is mine you wanna pay me, argh

I don't really care what your pop think
Popped in lock, pick it like a locksmith
Had a chill and a pill and a few
Lil' lines now I gotta ill mind, Hopsin
I could smoke one, smoke you, roll up for the beef, tofu
Cocaine in a big fat sack, five balls and I saw five stars, Goku

Steden, on a ball tonight
I called up for the quarter price
'Cause you're the type that fall for a sporty spice
And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds
And you hate 'cause you're 45
And bored of life, about to divorce your wife
And chill, chill is the one that your daughter like
That's why she fuck on a horny night

Hahaha
I'd hate me too brah, it's all good
420 fucking fam
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