Joey BadASS - Overseas lyrics

rate me

feat. Pro Era

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 won’t work tonight

Shit is on you, I ain’t flipping

You know why I be hitting at the tip, still tipping

Ripping these bongs, shit is written in these songs

I’m dripping sweet charm sweetheart, just know it

There’ll be no restart when I depart these parts so don’t blow it

And how you talk the talk and won’t show it

It’s cool, I shouldn’t even be getting myself into you

I should get myself in the mood for these, cancel that

It’s whatever, though, hit the jack, worst scenario

Hit the Twitter, I’m following back

And in a matter of facts perhaps she came back ‘cause I’m running these tracks

You saying if you wasn’t that you say the rap

I would’ve put the key in my act that fast

I’m like I don’t even need to act that fast

Put my hands where the titty is, you ain’t even act fastidious

No, serious, niggas don’t know ‘bout this fast of Diddy shit

Let me tell you what it really is

No, I’mma tell you what it really was

It was like 30 somethings in a hotel room overseas

You know, fly shit

I’m 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 can’t, 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, won’t give you props, then it ain’t real

Ain’t heavy, we wanted dollars so we made mills

Hard work, tell me how selling chain feels

This my shot, that’s why I’m 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 don’t 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, I’m a grown man

Hope you know that you were really chosen, I’m 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