- Pro Era Overseas 歌詞
- Pro Era
- [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
[Verse 2: CJ FLY]
Overseas chickens, please, I oversee these chickens
As I squeeze swishers, as I switch positions
Heard you trying to get worked tonight
That same excuse wont work tonight
Shit is on you, I aint flipping
You know why I be hitting at the tip, still tipping
Ripping these bongs, shit is written in these songs
Im dripping sweet charm sweetheart, just know it
Therell be no restart when I depart these parts so dont blow it
And how you talk the talk and wont show it
Its cool, I shouldnt even be getting myself into you
I should get myself in the mood for these, cancel that
Its whatever, though, hit the jack, worst scenario
Hit the Twitter, Im following back
And in a matter of facts perhaps she came back cause Im running these tracks
You saying if you wasnt that you say the rap
I wouldve put the key in my act that fast
Im like I dont even need to act that fast
Put my hands where the titty is, you aint even act fastidious
No, serious, niggas dont know bout this fast of Diddy shit
Let me tell you what it really is
No, Imma tell you what it really was
It was like 30 somethings in a hotel room overseas
You know, fly shit
Im a stand up guy, could you tell by my stance
Still down to earth like a meteorite crash
Was never really into luck so this might be just my chance
I might die this time if we let this pass
I just cant, one glance, we get close, I see more than them pans
Curve every player, try to hit where I pitch her in a flash
Hold it, beauty is what you pose as when you hitting them poses
You be getting me focused, wont give you props, then it aint real
Aint heavy, we wanted dollars so we made mills
Hard work, tell me how selling chain feels
This my shot, thats why Im glad you stay still
Was just trying to stay down but still living it up
Be your super silly us, how silly of us
Tell em dont mind us cause her but made a plus
And I told her she could be blunt while I get in her guts
Got me like oh, damn, let me let you know what I was holding
Other niggas mad cause they just hopeless
Me and you could smoke up on some potents and get you opened
Watch you provoking, you and I could listen to some slow jams
Not a little nigga, Im a grown man
Hope you know that you were really chosen, Im living golden
Overseas chickens, please, I oversee these chickens
As I squeeze swishers, as I switch positions
Overseas chickens, please, I oversee these chickens
As I squeeze swishers, as I switch positions
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