| Drunk like a monk
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| Thinking of that skank that stunk like a skunk
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| Pocket full of racks and a stop for the rats
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| That’s your wage for the month
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| Better have second thoughts about taking my stack
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| Or you must be a dunce
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| Dance ah go done, dance ah go done
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| That’s why I brought me a- bang! |
| Are you mad?
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| Overtime, overtime
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| Overtime, overtime
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| Nightshift just like Foots said
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| I forgot how you look bed
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| But I’m out here tryna cook bread
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| That’s why I make dough and I never took rests
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| I’m not tryna look, follow in a next man’s footsteps
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| I’m on more, they’re bummed cause they took less
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| Frequent reloads man are Quaalude invest
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| I dropped out the 'gnac
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| Met a few Russians and now I’m back
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| No vodka on a man’s rider
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| But I’ll have some of that
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| Knee-deep in the trap or deep in your gash
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| I ain’t gotta act flash
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| Man wanna come here hyping to me
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| Strawberry rain ah go splash when I squeeze that mash
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| Overtime, overtime, out late on the grind
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| Don, I’m really out here tryna get mine
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| From dusk till dawn, standby on the line
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| Overtime
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| Overtime, overtime, out late on the grind
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| Don, I’m really out here tryna get mine
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| From dusk till dawn, sundown to sunshine
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| Overtime
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| You don’t know about spillage
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| Ain’t talking 'bout spillage, I’m talking blood spillage
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| Grab something and buss man’s head with it
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| Headtop Turner, done already did it
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| Man move Shinobi
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| Tell a wasteman he don’t know me
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| Tell an ex-girl that she can’t phone me
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| I’m with a big back moving lowkey, stinking of
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| I’m old school like '03
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| Pozer, JB, Yas, Goldie
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| Blacked-out Air Force, gloves, not goalie
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| Nike puffa hoodie and scarf on boaty
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| Don’t get it twisted, you can get lifted
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| Bought a new ting and I call that gifted
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| Don don’t wanna risk it
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| Unless you wanna hold biscuit, I’m
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| Still taking the biscuit
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| Family Tree, man know what it is, bitch
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| I’m still the YG from Lewi
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| Who slew big dogs and Hong Kong Phooey
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| Fast life, ain’t slept proper in a minute
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| Times have changed, hold on, I’ve gotta get it
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| Licks in the bits, dem man have gotta hit it
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| Overtime
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| Overtime, overtime, out late on the grind
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| Don, I’m really out here tryna get mine
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| From dusk till dawn, standby on the line
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| Overtime
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| Overtime, overtime, out late on the grind
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| Don, I’m really out here tryna get mine
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| From dusk till dawn, sundown to sunshine
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| Overtime |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Overtime , by - Merky Ace. Song from the album Catch up, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп