Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over Here, artist - Mickey Factz. Album song Y-3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.10.2015
Record label: W.A.R. Media
Song language: English
Over Here |
| Do me a favor |
| Turn the lights down low |
| Yes I mean it real low there we go |
| Right there right there |
| Also, see I’m trying to put my lighter up |
| If you got a lighter turn that joint on |
| Keep it on |
| If you don’t got a lighter |
| Turn your cell phones on |
| Point it to the TV |
| It’s Mickey |
| Let’s go |
| Sup |
| You don’t fuck with a n*gga no more |
| How could you not fuck with me no more |
| I ain’t stuck in my feelings no more |
| But let me tell you what did it hold on |
| I looked out for you |
| Little Rock got treated like family |
| I even vouched for you |
| My n*gga cosigned with a jimmy handy |
| What the fuck is wrong with you |
| Hands up in the air if you relate then |
| Dealing with the same dumb situation |
| Help a mother fucker out and don’t say shit when you need |
| Damn that’s cold |
| I’m in the front seat sitting low playing Kanye West |
| Drive slow with a screwed up voice cuz a n*gga don’t know |
| How to feel with somebody that he thought was his bro |
| Can’t even come through |
| N*gga got dos |
| I didn’t put you on shows |
| I didn’t get a n*gga flows |
| Guess when you get grown everybody gets bold I don’t know |
| Can’t lie I shed a tear when I’m alone |
| Cuz I don’t let people in |
| I don’t let people know |
| When you’re playing with art you’re playing with my soul |
| You playing with my heart I ain’t playing with you dawg |
| I swear on my mom better get up on your phone |
| And give a n*gga a call about the shit going on |
| I see them fuck n*ggas over there |
| We don’t fuck with n*ggas over there |
| I see them fuck n*ggas over there |
| We don’t fuck with n*ggas over there |
| Over here over there over there over there |
| See them fuck n*ggas over there |
| We don’t fuck with n*ggas over there |
| See them fuck n*ggas over there |
| We don’t fuck with n*ggas over there |
| Over there over there over there over there |
| No no no |
| Don’t turn the lights up |
| Leave them where they at |
| They stay right there |
| Y’all put your lighters back in the air |
| Put your phones back in the air |
| I need to feel that energy |
| You know what I’m saying |
| I was talking to Lupe |
| Other day see we’re trying to change lives |
| With the shit that we say |
| Teach people how to rhyme |
| Gotta teach a new way |
| Piece of me is like a funeral today |
| Wrote it all out it’s a beautiful decay |
| I swear n*ggas phony |
| It’s tired of my OGs |
| Guess n*ggas don’t know me |
| From the Bronx |
| Where the pussy gets sold on the corner |
| And the mothers can’t ever find daughters |
| And the sink never stopped dripping waters |
| My man Pop got shot for a quarter |
| Broad daylight no Diane Sawyer |
| Where a n*gga old bread act like he never saw you |
| Looking out for yourself everybody is a void |
| So I got tough skin |
| Gotta watch you with a n*gga girlfriends |
| Now I see I gotta start being fake giving cold handshakes for the win |
| No more pretend don’t call me again |
| That’s what I told a girl being phony again |
| Bitch try to front like we homies again No |
| You can never blow me again |
| If you a Mickey Factz fan |
| You know I don’t curse |
| You know I knows facts |
| I keep shit real |
| I never get mad |
| But n*ggas out here got it fucked up bad |
| Word of my niece getting tired of you n*ggas |
| No more no more lying with you n*ggas |
| No more no more lying with you n*ggas |
| For real I ain’t even got time for you n*ggas |