Nefew - Over Here Lyrics

Uh, I’m locked and loaded like a cop patrollin'
'about tho kill ya whole career, so my condolence
how am I not devoted, look at the product I drop
at every corner on the block shit is sought up like pot
I push the, envelope like the U.S. P.S.
the rest is BS and P.S. I’m the best!
Forget the top five in the Forbes list
In a few years from now I’ll be enormous!
I win by forfeit and lay your ass down inside the coffin
Messing with me is like trying to fuck with a soft dick!
Oh shit, pass this if you can endorse it
Don’t think I’ll ever stop plugging more shit!
that's that music making you flip in the office
And tell your team leader who the motherfucking boss is.
spill a bitch drink if she ain’t gon' fuck
and tell the DJ better back the shit up, uh, uh!

Chorus: (x2)
Shit’s over here (it's over here)
We make hits over here! (it's over here)
We got bricks over here (it's over here)
So everybody come on, come on, come on!

I’mma send the block wap, Tough as leather
man you think to cock block, I, Love vendettas
man I’m still top notch, so what a fuck I got?
A bunch of cheap hits I can shit on the spot
I’m so lethal with the pen,
I break the law every time I spit again!
Heard me in the buff, now everybody panic
Damn I’m a problem for rappers like Atlantic!
Now here comes the fiasco, I’m so colossal
My reign is set in stones similar to fossils
I suggest you play dead like an opossum
or you might catch a straight shot into your nostrils!
I'm Nostradamus in this rap shit,
you’re future looking real gloomy with your wack shit
knock a motherfucker out and leave his ass on a soil
cause I’m like BP on the mic I cause a motherfucking turmoil!

Chorus: (x2)
Shit’s over here (it's over here)
We make hits over here! (it's over here)
We got bricks over here (it's over here)
So everybody come on, come on, come on!

Gossip has it, in the streets I’m a hazard
Strong arm a cop if he ever catch me rapping
wrap it that is in my aston martin
Everybody hit the deck when we march in!
My crew’s making paper like the wall street journal
Make a hater wanna retreat like a turtle!
So 'for you run your big mough it's only fair I remind you
I got a pack of loyalists and they won’t stop ‘till they find you!
This ain’t a threat more slick guaranteed
click click, than it's on I get a kick out of heat
Back to the program I try to have me a blast,
So take issues elsewhere, I gotta handle that ass
I got a weakens for heels with them pink toes
I’m all yours baby, work me like a strip pole
You already know where this shit leads
But this ain’t for your children to see! hahaha...

Chorus: (x2)
Shit’s over here (it's over here)
We make hits over here! (it's over here)
We got bricks over here (it's over here)
So everybody come on, come on, come on!



Thanks to madailui

Thanks to mack eleven for correcting these lyrics
 

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