paroles de chanson Overtime (feat. Geezy Escobar) - Foogiano feat. Geezy Escobar
It's
the
Mayor,
n-
(f-
is
y'all
talkin'
'bout,
n-?),
y'all
see
these
bars
Y'all
n-
can't
f-
with
me,
shawty
(period)
(my
daddy
made
this
beat)
My
story
My
time
Clockwork
It's
the
Mayor
Overtime
gang,
winning
shot,
you
know
I'm
Michael
(huh?)
The
young
n-,
they
slangin'
pistols,
say
that
I'm
they
idol
(mob)
Ain't
really
an
idol
(nah),
the
Mayor,
that's
my
title
Flip
these
pages
of
my
life,
get
deep
just
like
a
bible
(for
real?)
This
b-,
she
want
a
title
(what?),
she
know
that
I
can't
wife
her
(ho)
I
freestyle
by
myself,
I
never
jumped
into
a
cypher
(never)
These
punchlines
hittin'
hard,
call
them
motherf-
Tyson
(boom)
And
yeah,
boy,
I'm
a
beast,
but
I
be
chillin'
like
a
bison
(ho)
I'm
humble,
but
I'm
almighty
(what?)
Try
me,
come
out
my
body
(foo)
I'm
tiny,
but
I
hit
hard
N-
arm
just
like
a
shotty
(boom)
I
smoke
gas
in
the
lobby
(huh?)
Trappin',
that
be
my
hobby
(trap)
These
diamonds
on
me
pissin',
lil'
n-,
go
find
a
potty
(ice,
ice,
ice,
ice)
Got
problems,
we
can
solve
'em
(huh?)
With
me,
it
come
an
army
(mob)
And
everybody
double
cupped
up,
movin'
like
a
zombie
(mud)
You
say
you
got
some
money,
well,
n-,
show
me
some
money
(broke)
My
young
n-,
they
itchin',
they
ready
to
take
it
from
you
(mob)
Try
us,
and
b-,
we
gunnin'
(ho),
double
drum
hold
a
hundred
(grrah)
Close
your
mouth,
you
know
your
baby
mama
drive
a
Honda
(broke)
I
send
a
n-,
they
comin'
(what?)
They
stir
you
up
about
that
cheese,
n-,
like
macaroni
(mix)
Your
mama
gon'
be
screamin',
"Lord,
why
did
you
take
him
from
me?"
(Ho)
I
sit
back
and
I
laugh
and
I
count
up
on
all
these
hundreds
(racks)
I'm
laughin'
to
the
money,
these
haters,
they
be
so
funny
(fool)
On
the
'net,
he
gangster,
I
see
him,
he
won't
say
nothin'
(ho)
I'm
finna
drop
this
bomb,
when
I
drop,
it's
gon'
be
atomic
(boom)
Hey,
daddy
was
a
dope
boy,
n-,
what
you
think
that
I
would
be?
(Trap)
Told
my
mama
I'd
be
back,
I'm
catchin'
plays
right
up
the
street
(hey)
Hittin'
lick
for
a
couple
bands,
now
they
spend
that
on
the
feet
I
was
crashin',
n-
looked
right
past
me,
ain't
show
love
to
me
Now
they
double
backin',
steady
askin',
but
it's
up
on
the
fee
Now
every
time
I
see
your
b-,
she
somewhere
stuck
on
her
knees
The
homies
'posed
to
be
my
dog,
why
it
feel
like
we
competin'?
She
suck
me
good,
but
X
out
all
of
the
leeches
It's
f-
up,
we
ain't
have
no
OG
to
teach
us
Gettin'
hella
racks
off
bag
like
I
get
bags
off
these
features
(bag)
Since
a
jit,
f-
on
your
b-
and
n-
clean
like
the
cleaners
Trap
came
from
rappin',
weigh
it
up
and
bag
it
(hey)
N-
try,
we
flashin',
hangin'
out
the
Magnum
(hey)
Different
sh-,
ain't
average
Young
n-
came
from
shit,
they
ain't
want
me
to
have
this
Now
I'm
bookin',
yeah,
she
bad,
but
she
broke,
I'ma
pass
it
Now
when
mama
call
me,
she
get
them
racks
on
the
average
(brrt)
She
was
worried
'bout
me
back
then,
I
grew
to
a
savage
Sell
weed
in
all
of
my
classes,
then
I
started
swipin'
the
plastic
Now
my
ice
is
bright
(ice),
they
gon'
pay
my
price
(hey)
That
b-,
she
gon'
f-
'cause
she
know
I
can
save
her
life
(smash)
B-,
I
came
from
Reading
Road,
she
know
my
heart
cold
Phone
juggs
and
hittin'
four-fours,
nigga
kick
our
door
(jugg)
(My
daddy
made
this
beat)
1 Intro
2 The Plan Pt. 2
3 Made It
4 MOLLY (Remix) [feat. DaBaby]
5 Chosen
6 Star
7 TRAPPER (Remix) [feat. Lil Baby]
8 Want Me Dead
9 Greatest
10 BACKEND (feat. Gucci Mane & Jacquees)
11 CAUTIOUS (feat. Tay Keith)
12 Overtime (feat. Geezy Escobar)
13 MENACE (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
14 YANO
15 Demons
16 MOLLY (BABY MAMA)
17 FIRST DAY IN LA (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
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