Lyrics:
How many loonies gon' fuck this whore
Crazy or bored
I don't know
What's the difference
Getting so floored
I was taught by the British
Overage cuz we
in a slot im chosen
Stick my coins in her
Slot she open
Deep in the money calls
Got to call my brokerage
Making with drawls
Got to watch my overage
in her slot
She open
Deep in the money calls
Got to call my brokerage
Making withdrawals
Got to watch my overage
On wap
Yea that water that ocean
I
it's a race
Looks like I won the race
Overage, no case
Lot of niggas on my face
Gotta say it to my face
Fucked your girl it was great
She screaming daddy
me
Said I'm overage so they searching for my I'd
Said I'm always ducking but it ain't hard to find me
Ain't hard to find me I can master in flow so
overage simps
Have never spent a day talking to women
Aye, this is a celibate christening, aye
If any label heads are listening
Writing me off, it's cool
on the edge of town
Can't afford a brand new home
Pushing thirty at the show
Overage and out on loan
I'm drinking up my downtime
I'm following the haze
Met my
lines and cigarettes, politics, and deficits
Late bills and overages, screamin' and hollerin'
But still you, still you want me
Oh, I always let you down
ears,
My baby gotta a one Baby,
Not mine
Baby×3
×3
Baby×2
Underage,
Overage,
One Baby
15years
18years
One Baby
One shot,
While
lines and cigarettes, politics
And deficit's late bills and overages
Screamin' and hollerin'
But still you, still you want me
Oh, I always let you down
overdraft? Hope you have credit
Overage past limit, go over that debit
So much for protections, they were dishonest
Send it to collections wages get garnished
pressure with all the of this overage... Speak to me ..
What they want cnd then what they got down..... Then home work complete... We good in the hood...
a trip overseas
I'll call you in advance
Never mind the overage fees
I'll call you from France.
Call from Japan, add you to my calling plan
When I get
dope on the job
I smoke dope on the job,
I smoke dope, I smoke dope on the job
Got kinks out the pants except one, what you lookin' at
Overage, out
but I was early
Timbo hoofs cardigan like Mr Furley
She used to drive me crazy like New Jersey
Crazy overages just to visit New Jersey
Every days
I'm not lost, I'm cut from a different cloth
Potential untapped
It's pending a patent
It's potent, the dosage is close to an overage
With overpriced
They told me I was overage
I did whatever I wanted
Whenever I want
You don't tell me what to do
I have got a void
I am not enough
Perhaps that's why
Ha
Stress lines and cigarettes, politics, and deficits. Late bills and overages, screamin' and hollerin’. But still you, still you want me. Oh, I always let
solace
Nervous on the first data plan overage? go and hitch your
Wagon to a solar system if you wanna glow a bit yeah I'm full of it
Empty prom dress under
голове рога
Нахуй твой стилёк - мало overage'а
Мой кореш лысый, он носит durag'у
Брат ты лишний - у тебя нет swag'а
То, что на мне висит - это мой swag
these bridges
That I've accumulated
Overages I'm stating that I've upgraded
Shout out Sinatra not lacking
Logic I'm stacking profit
I'm back in action
that thing up she overage no juvenile
Sweating out her weave she gone need a new hairstyle/
I’m digging out her frame I’m all over her body/
We gona
We've got to stop before its too late
So often lost in the overage
The silent will soon disappear
Worse every year
Kept pinned to the margins
By
a long road but I'm coast to coast
So I'm still going on feet
Going toe to toe, with girl for hold holding this beat
I lay overages over opius my
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