paroles de chanson Runneth Over (feat. Mickey Factz) - P-Butta

Time to get them what they want
Time to give them want they need
These niggas coming up short
Time to bring them up to speed
We gon run this shit over
Til it's over
Something like a bull dozer
When we roll up
Til my cup runneth over
We gon pour up
We gon run this shit over
Til it's over
And we got them like

Uh
You know I had to put that word in
Yeah
So I had to hit Jerz and Artie
Old school sample game like the Atari
I been woke ain't no way that you can alarm me
I walk in gods hand ain't no way you can harm me
Still get it started with or without the car key
And I'm here stay write my name in a sharpie
You're hysterical I'm tryna be historical
And give your ass a show like Curry up at the oracle
These days it's hard for me to merciful
They thought it was joke until the shit got personal
I'll out hustle you before I ever hassle you
And it don't help that a nigga spit like snaggletooth
Let's keep it practical before shit irrational
So act natural my raps is all factual
Fucking with the team and the damage is collateral
A capitol g while my g's gain capitol
Nigga

Time to get them what they want
Time to give them want they need
These niggas coming up short
Time to bring them up to speed
We gon run this shit over
Til it's over
Something like a bull dozer
When we roll up
Til my cup runneth over
We gon pour up
We gon run this shit over
Til it's over
And we got them like
And we got them like
And we got them like
And we got them like

It's Mickey
He get an ounce I know you peeping the bounce
I been flooded the net you act like we in a drought
Coming out like Diana Ross singing about
What she wanted the world the know he ain't a slouch
Look nigga we outside I see you be in the house
Prolly sleep on the couch these people reaching for clout
He can vouch for himself the credit is A1
No steak sauce you over cooked I ain't done
Wait son
If Butta is Curry that mean I'm Clay
And I'm shooting with my brother the flurry's a DOA
Dead shot Will Smith in a movie you'll be okay
Ima dip after I get the chips no Frito Lay
Cup runneth over I'm still pouring
The game clock done so what I'm still scoring
I'm screaming on haters I'm yelling like drill sergeants
Y'all real harmless messing with ill artists
Factz

Time to get them what they want
Time to give them want they need
These niggas coming up short
Time to bring them up to speed
We gon run this shit over
Til it's over
Something like a bull dozer
When we roll up
Til my cup runneth over
We gon pour up
We gon run this shit over
Til it's over
And we got them like
And we got them like
And we got them like
And we got them like