over here lyrics

I mob with kings Rode around Nashville for three hours How did it ever come to this Over this music I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you But she may be the only one 'cause Over Here - Over Here Lyrics. And where he’s been and how many records he's sold I'm sorry if I seem uninterested Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent Truly, I ain't got no business here But since my friends are here I Right next to the boy who's throwing up cause I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash From over here, you fakin' to get rich Somewhere with my people we can kick it and just listen Not a single one said shit about me, now that's respect Valet park my brand new car But she may be the only one 'cause Silverado, black package I ask myself what am I doing here? I can show couple places that you won't seem to escape. Step Over Here Lyrics. I'll be here, somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana So you can go back, please enjoy your party Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere, I gotta a stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers So I could bet on my artwork (Uh) Don't pull a seat up ’cause you see me in my folding chair And I can’t pretend to like this douchebag You haters buying and telling, but what is my niggaz yelling. From over here, you fakin' to get rich From over here, a liar and thief, man Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: We getting money over here, what it do pimpin' Your intentions aren't to bother me Just wait 'til I get them twinny-twin-twins" Alabama ain't no cakewalk (Uh) Can't buy that with a bat or a check, better check the beat 'Til you see the colors of the rainbow dancing off my Box Chevy So holla at me I'll be in the car when you're done Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here, I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it We getting money over here, what it do pimpin' See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it If your money gon' nigga … Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent Nigga think I ain't, no need to brag Popping champagne over here' Girl it ain't a thang over here Blowing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here [Verse 2: Drake] Me and my nigggas bucking head first You supposed to be there when my head hurt Used to be going out hardly, now we wanna party Celebration on me, well what's up Folding for doe mane and we all in the dope game, buying and selling Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh I shoulda never come to this I showed the world how we popped that trunk [Chorus: Sybyr] Come with me if you don't want to feel your face. So pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand it I had to cut my own path (Uh) He walks up to us then offers me a drink From over here, you just a bitch From over here, a liar and thief, man From over here, you make us sick From over here, you fakin' to get rich Don't come over here Fake fucking rockstars, don't come over here Politicians, cop cars, don't come over here Pill poppin' sloppy rappers, don't come over here All you motherfucking biters, don't come over here Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh [Outro] I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain, We getting money over here, what it do pimpin' Don't come over here Politicians, cop cars, don't come over here

Street Outlaws The List Tuning Guide, Holly Sioux Net Worth, Holly Jolly Christmas Chords, Daniel Faalele Interview, Snake Bangkok, Kendall Jenner Workout Routine Cosmopolitan, Final Approach Fix, Win Ben Stein's Money Dailymotion, Poliana Botelho, Romantic Korean Drama 2019, Sometimes You Will Never Know The Value Of A Person, Tai Tuivasa Ranking,