Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overseas, artist - D-Block Europe.
Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Overseas |
The year has just started and right now |
I’m looking for cribs overseas |
I’m giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep |
When you see me in public, no photos, man |
I need some privacy please |
Good girl, she just sat on my face |
Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak |
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside |
Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet |
Mad, mad, Richard Mille |
A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad |
If you knew the truth 'bout that nigga |
Then it would get awkward |
And I know that nigga get money now |
I am the nigga that taught him |
Bro, I get the birds in, fuck a drought |
Worker is misbehaving, chuck him out |
I get the money, money from her house |
Out in a lovely, lovely country town |
I said if you care about her, fly her out |
Go to the Louis store and buy it now |
I’ma keep pouring till I’m running out |
I just hit it from the back |
She scared she running out |
Ooh, young and lit |
Money keep on coming in |
Ooh, I keep a rock band on stand by |
Pull up and drum that shit |
Ooh, deep in it I’ma swim |
Hand on heart I love this chick |
Ooh, all them niggas round me family |
Love them on some brother shit |
She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash |
I keep on getting them flashbacks |
I was OT so I had to bash |
I almost thought about getting a cab back |
Do it like Rico and video that |
If we upload it it prolly get some backlash |
Backshot, she got the ripple effect |
It’s two 10's and I can’t help but slap that |
Pull out, I don’t wanna be a dad yet |
Plan B, baby, swallow that tablet |
The way that she handle it this one talented |
Pum pum soaking feel like I’m paddling |
Back come round I’m a fan of it |
Ride on a bike one time and I’m saddling |
Ayo, her doctor working wonders |
Damn, that’s a big circumference |
Girl wet she don’t need no lube |
When I’m 40th floor you should see the views (Alright) |
She don’t wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad man |
I don’t wanna leak your nudes |
How do I say without seeming rude? |
Huh, I just wanna see if it’s cute |
Shake that back like a video vixen |
Diss one he don’t wanna be in my tunes |
She wanna go Nobu just for the snap |
If I pay for the tab you best eat your food |
Word on the road it’s Cench get 100 a show |
This hoe wanna see if it’s true |
Posh ting she don’t wanna be with the squares no more |
She said she wanna be with the goons |
Thought she could hack it, not active |
Too smokey now she wanna leave the room |
The year has just started and right now |
I’m looking for cribs overseas |
I’m giving my lady some driving lessons |
In a hundred-grand Jeep |
When you see me in public, no photos, man |
I need some privacy please |
Good girl, she just sat on my face |
Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak |
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside |
Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet |
Mad, mad, Richard Mille |
A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad |
If you knew the truth 'bout that nigga |
Then it would get awkward |
And I know that nigga get money now |
I am the nigga that taught him |
I love the trap |
Quarter milli on cars and never enough |
Couple milli I put it aside |
Cop me a villa in Mars |
She need 10 racks for her ass |
And bro I put that on my dargs |
My killers still swerving the Rona but that ain’t the reason for masks |
I fill up the drum in the stick in a way |
Spin it back like i’m Target |
I sat in my kitchen I whip in a way |
And I’m dropping off white and no garlic |
It’s a carousel when I’m spinning the tray |
Hitter my flights delayed |
I told my lil nigga go flex in my Rollie no money to waste |
The year has just started and right now |
I’m looking for cribs overseas |
I’m giving my lady some driving lessons |
In a hundred-grand Jeep |
When you see me in public, no photos, man |
I need some privacy please |
Good girl, she just sat on my face |
Now she’s saying her legs have gone weak |
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside |
Now I’m flushing the work down the toilet |
Mad, mad, Richard Mille |
A crib by the port and it’s imported, sad, sad |
If you knew the truth 'bout that nigga |
Then it would get awkward |
And I know that nigga get money now |
I am the nigga that taught him |