Waka Flocka - Ova lyrics
rate meFeat. DJ Whoo Kid, Offset & Ca$h Out
When the dope hit the water, boy it’s over
He gets his hands on some clean
And it’s over
When the calli pall lands is over
When that rap hit the dealership
Boy it’s over
Just bought a rolley boy
It’s over
Got a random Cuban leek
And it’s over
You talk in sleep
When I catch you boy it’s over
Over, it’s over
Over, it’s over
Over, over
Over, over
I got shooters at me to maintain order
When they catch you down there
Boy it’s over
Two hits of that Cali boy its over
One time for them niggaz on that corner
I'm a clean county nigga born soldier
Every time a nigga under pressure
I won't fold bro
Yeah I’m a master too
On my wrist it costs a Rover
Hit him with the cobra
I pay you 70 K a year
Just royal
Half a brick, make a yayo
Who the niggaz throwin’ money
Bitch you know it’s us
Just bought a rolley boy
It’s over
Got a random Cuban leek
And it’s over
You talk in sleep
When I catch you boy it’s over
Over, it’s over
Over, it’s over
Over, over
Over, over
It’s up
It’s up on my niggaz
We travel the way
And we blow everything
Every day we do is blizzard
Every day I have my expenses
They talk and you better listen
Money be made by midgets
I’m droppin’ the top
It had no ceiling
It’s over
Kill all these niggaz
85 bucks in the trunk
They get money young niggaz
It’s time to let go
And if the bro hit them with the lingo
Smoking on gas
This is my nigga raising his lungs
Poppin’ the molly
My mouth got nothing
I’m Al Capone
Sippin’ the drink from a style phone
Just bought a rolley boy
It’s over
Got a random Cuban leek
And it’s over
You talk in sleep
When I catch you boy it’s over
Over, it’s over
Over, it’s over
Over, over
Over, over
My bitches never came short
So don’t come short to attach
Fuck the wild bitch full of stack
It’s one time and I’m feeling good
I just lolly in my sleep
Before I just lolly your bitch
No skeme when you see him
So the shooters stay far from me
No helmet, and he got it like kicked
Plus any bricks, over
Plus any weed, over
Plus any boy over
Cooking up the rock, over
Next stop, NYC, Rocky Yellow
I come through marshmallow
Just bought a rolley boy
It’s over
Got a random Cuban leek
And it’s over
You talk in sleep
When I catch you boy it’s over
Over, it’s over
Over, it’s over
Over, over
Over, over
