متن آهنگ Overseas از Central Cee

متن آهنگ Overseas از Central Cee

The year has just started and right now I'm lookin' for cribs overseas I'm givin' my lady some drivin' lessons In a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak Bad, bad, see the jakes outside Now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille A crib by the port and it's imported Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now I am the nigga that taught him Bro I get the birds in, fuck a drought Worker is misbehavin', chuck him out I get the money, money from her house Out in a lovely, lovely country town I said if you care about her, fly her out Go to the Louis store and buy it now I'ma keep pourin' 'til I'm runnin' out I just hit it from the back She scared she runnin' out Ooh, young and lit Money keep on comin' in Ooh, I keep a rock band on stand by Pull up and drum that shit Ooh, deep in it I'ma swim Hand on heart I love this chick Ooh, all them niggas 'round me family Love them on some brother shit She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash I keep on gettin' them flashbacks I was OT so I had to bash I almost thought about gettin' a cab back Do it like Rico and video that If we upload it prolly get some backlash Backshot, she got the ripple effect It's two 10's and I can't help but slap that Fuck that, pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet Plan B, girly gotta swallow that tablet The way that she handle it this one talented Pum pum soakin', feel like I'm paddlin' Back come round, I'm a fan of it Ride on a bike one time and saddle it (oh) Ayo, her doctor workin' wonders Damn, that's a big circumference (oh) Girl wet, she don't need no lube On the 40th floor you should see the views (alright) She don't wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad man I don't wanna leak your nudes How do I say without seemin' rude? Huh, I just wanna see if it's cute Shake that back like a video vixen Diss one, he don't wanna be in my tunes She wanna go Nobu just for the snap If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food Word on the road it's Cent get hundred a show This ho wanna see if it's true Posh ting, she don't wanna be with the squares no more She said she wanna be with the goons Thought she could hack it, not active Too smoky, now she wanna leave the room The year has just started and right now I'm lookin' for cribs overseas I'm givin' my lady some drivin' lessons In a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak Bad, bad, see the jakes outside Now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille A crib by the port and it's imported Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now I am the nigga that taught him I love the trap Quarter milli' on cars and never enough Couple milli' I put it aside Cop me a villa in Mars She need ten racks for her ass and bra I put that on my dargs (put that on my dargs) My killers still swervin' the Rona But that ain't the reason for masks (yeah) I fill up the drum and it's kickin' away Spin it back like I'm Target (yeah) I sat in my kitchen I whip and I weigh And I'm droppin' off white with no garlic It's a carousel when I'm spinnin' the tray Hitter, my flights delayed I told my lil' nigga go flex in my Rollie no money to waste (waste) The year has just started and right now I'm lookin' for cribs overseas I'm givin' my lady some drivin' lessons In a hundred-grand Jeep When you see me in public, no photos, man I need some privacy please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak Bad, bad, see the jakes outside Now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille A crib by the port and it's imported Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money now I am the nigga that taught him