Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over Here, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song Molly World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SS
Song language: English
Over Here |
| I mean, I ain’t fuckin' with no one like that, like heavy, like |
| Know what I mean? |
| Come out and play |
| I still say no nigga |
| I was just playin' with them |
| with me and I can’t myself, so |
| I don’t really feel like |
| I don’t really feel like I need to fuck with, like, niggas like that on that |
| level, you feel me? |
| What? |
| That’s a cap |
| Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh |
| Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh |
| Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh |
| Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh |
| Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh |
| When you see me, better dump it off the rip |
| I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end |
| Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead |
| Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah |
| Over here, yeah, yeah, over here |
| We ain’t shootin' in the air |
| Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah |
| Over here, yeah yeah, over here |
| We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga |
| Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here |
| Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga |
| Where we at? |
| Where we at? |
| Where we is? |
| Where we is? |
| Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga |
| Love and affection, you gon' tell me everything that I’m neglectin' |
| Eat that pussy while I listen, on your IG story in my necklace |
| Choke you till you get breathless, bitch try to play me, in your mentions |
| Keep my gun on me like we Texas, tell you lil' boyfriend don’t get reckless |
| Baby, he should fuck with me, I tote them seeds, I own, no lease |
| I split my pill down into three ways |
| Got a hold of me and talk to me |
| You wanted me, I’m still sneakin' and geekin' |
| Bentley with the ostrich seats, the Dream Mode jeans |
| Adjust my seat, and Rick smoke like he from Cali |
| Nigga I’m a walkin', talkin', poppin' brick |
| Got hand on my dick, got percocets on a off day |
| Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh |
| Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh |
| Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh |
| Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh |
| Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh |
| When you see me, better dump it off the rip |
| I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end |
| Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead |
| Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah |
| Over here, yeah, yeah, over here |
| We ain’t shootin' in the air |
| Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah |
| Over here, yeah yeah, over here |
| We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga |
| Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here |
| Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga |
| Where we at? |
| Where we at? |
| Where we is? |
| Where we is? |
| Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga |
| Yeah, I’m on than a bitch |
| When it rain these niggas get wet |
| I’m that nigga, you don’t miss |
| I’ma drop a baby Phone and name his ass Sprint |
| See me, I’m the Eclipse |
| I’ma give y’all life to be the King, not the Prince |
| I’ma burn in hell for the things that I did |
| You might go to heaven bein' as pussy as you is |
| Tell 'em that you lookin' at a boss not a rookie |
| New teeth, yeah, it’s a look, bae |
| Off that adderall when you booked me |
| I am armed to the teeth like Sasuke |
| When I go to Tampa Bay, you my roomate |
| Fuckin' in the front seat, they ain’t lookin' |
| Hand my nine to you, you know where to put it |
| Yeah, I lied to you, know that brand new bag |
| Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh |
| Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh |
| Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh |
| Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh |
| Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh |
| When you see me, better dump it off the rip |
| I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end |
| Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead |
| Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah |
| Over here, yeah, yeah, over here |
| We ain’t shootin' in the air |
| Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah |
| Over here, yeah yeah, over here |
| We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga |
| Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here |
| Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga |
| Where we at? |
| Where we at? |
| Where we is? |
| Where we is? |
| Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga |
| SSET, SSET |
| DJ Both Legs in the mix |
| Hi |
| Walkin' on your bitch for the '99 to 2000s |
| I miss the way you touch me |
| shit, DJ Both Legs ready for my mix |
| This is a e-e-e-exclusive |
| I think I might be |
| Grey Honda, move your shit |
| Don’t bump the DJ table |
| I miss fucking you |
| We’re turnin' up, Bold Choice Ballroom, 95 door |
| You touch me |
| Broward County |
| Do you miss me? |
| Walk in on your bitch |
| Mmhmm |
| Do you miss me? |
| Right leg, left leg |
| It’s the real DJ Both Legs |
| I love you too |
| Talk to you later |
| Bye |