Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Over & Over , by - P Money. Release date: 27.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Over & Over |
| Send him home, send him home |
| Tell their elders to send him home |
| Moving like you wanna send him jail |
| He’s in school, you wanna send him road |
| (Yo Littles, don’t get involved) |
| Yo pussy, don’t say my name |
| Bought a ting when I made a change |
| It’s a hot day and I’ll make it rain |
| If your fire works and my fire works |
| Let’s have a party on Guy Fawkes' |
| I don’t know what them guys thought |
| But big doggy don’t cry wolf |
| I’m from a place where they wouldn’t go |
| Furthermore, they couldn’t go |
| Oi, Ruger’s home any minute now |
| That pure heart there’s good as gold |
| Another night, these roads are cold |
| These kids ain’t got no home |
| Mama lost their son to the roads |
| Selling rocks like rolling stone |
| If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome |
| If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow |
| All for the money, that’s all they know |
| Round and round shit goes |
| It goes over and over (over and over and) |
| Over and over |
| It goes over and over (over and over and) |
| Over and over |
| They send a man that way |
| Your forehead that way |
| You’ll break against that plate |
| They don’t give a shit what your badge say |
| I’ll make it burn on Saturday |
| My mandem on form on match day |
| That’s why you on that day |
| when the MAC spray |
| I’ll turn a man in cause |
| I don’t have luck but my ring does |
| Your mandem all shook, |
| You’re holding two jook from tint, cuz |
| Fuck all the jakes tryna nick us |
| Man steady mobbing in the streets, man’ll stick cuz |
| I’ll hit your girl broad like business |
| We came, prepare for war like Hitler |
| Another night, these roads are cold |
| These kids ain’t got no home |
| Mama lost their son to the roads |
| Selling rocks like rolling stone |
| If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome |
| If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow |
| All for the money, that’s all they know |
| Round and round shit goes |
| It goes over and over (over and over and) |
| Over and over |
| It goes over and over (over and over and) |
| Over and over |
| Tell 'em your ends ain’t safe anymore |
| That their kids are grown, ain’t safe anymore |
| Some have got knives and straps |
| Some roll in a gang with pagans |
| Some of them have got into much, much more |
| But man’s busy, I’m F-ing up tours |
| Rockstar life, smash bottles on the floor |
| You wouldn’t believe if I say what I saw |
| You could never live the life I’ve lived |
| Man grew up with dangerous kids |
| Man grew up in dangerous bits |
| And all we’re tryna do is all be rich |
| All we’re tryna do is look after the kids |
| I might buy me a bulletproof puffa |
| I might move to a house in the hills, cuz |
| Another night, these roads are cold |
| These kids ain’t got no home |
| Mama lost their son to the roads |
| Selling rocks like rolling stone |
| If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome |
| If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow |
| All for the money, that’s all they know |
| Round and round shit goes |
| It goes over and over (over and over and) |
| Over and over |
| It goes over and over (over and over and) |
| Over and over |
| Round here, nobody don’t talk to feds |
| Cautious steps whenever they walk the ends |
| They talk on TV but never talk with sense |
| From young, we developed a naughty sense |
| Some caught the hammer, some caught the wrench |
| Some are upfront, some warm the bench |
| Miscommunication, now we’ve got man killing man |
| Over something he thought he said |
| I remember when I buss with 40 pence |
| I would duck and hope that my foot never caught the fence |
| Walk to them easy, now it all depends |
| On whether you’re real or whether you rule the ends |
| Surrounded by Petes, might be chalk instead |
| Feds got the kids scared to walk the ends |
| They’ve got Doug and they want us to talk to them? |
| Fuck all that |
| Another night, these roads are cold |
| These kids ain’t got no home |
| Mama lost their son to the roads |
| Selling rocks like rolling stone |
| If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome |
| If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow |
| All for the money, that’s all they know |
| Round and round shit goes |
| It goes over and over (over and over and) |
| Over and over |
| It goes over and over (over and over and) |
| Over and over |