Overseas ft. Yeshua Lyrics

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I'm overseas i'm rockin' different pieces

Bitch I told you I'm the shit like feces

Prada on and plus my neck anemic

I ain't even pay to fuck that bitch she teething

Pop a Xan

Pop a Xan and throw it up

How y'all fuckin' layin' up?

I been countin' racks until the sun up

Where my five-star bitches gotta find them

Boy where my paper gotta remind him

Cuz I'm not the one you should be fuckin' with

I put it on just for the fuck of it

I'm cuddlin' racks and the cullinan

I'm the type to fuck the bitch and hit it quit it leave it nigga that's the fun of it

I'm the type to alley-oop it pass it to my brother and I know he dunkin' it

Rick Owen steppa step up in the room

Young nigga stompin' shit

It get vicious, you try get victorious you get burnt quick you get curious

Nigga monkey not usin' his head

No drugs gotta get my bread

Find a way don't fall off of the ledge

Movin' selfish she gettin' upset

In my bag just collectin' my debts

Servin' hot shit bitch no sweat

I'm overseas i'm rockin' different pieces

Bitch I told you I'm the shit like feces

Prada on and plus my neck anemic

I ain't even pay to fuck that bitch she teething

Pop a Xan

Pop a Xan and throw it up

How y'all fuckin' layin' up?

I been countin' racks until the sun up

Where my five-star bitches gotta find them

Boy where my paper gotta remind him