Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over It, artist - Yung Pinch. Album song Back 2 The Beach, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TWNSHP
Song language: English
Over It |
Woah-woah |
Beach boy at the beach again |
This is something I’ma see again, yeah |
Nowadays everybody is the same and I swear it’s so lame, yeah (I'm so over it) |
Nowadays everybody is the same and they play the same games, woah (I'm so over |
it) |
Nowadays everybody heart broke |
They so broke, yeah, they so broke, wait |
Nowadays everybody heart broke |
They so broke, but I’m still getting rich though |
Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so |
And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it |
Not so, you know when the bar close |
I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with |
Oh, oh-oh, pour me another one (Pour me another one) |
I spilt my last (Yeah, I spilt it), yeah |
Here goes another one (Here goes another one) |
Baby, watch me do the dash, ayy |
Cops right behind me and they speeding (Yeah) |
You know we don’t need a reason, no (We never did) |
Told you, «Baby, it’s my season» (Oh, yes it is) |
We young, we living for the weekend, we living for the weekend |
Everybody heartbroke 'cause they got no hoes |
And they know my car go vroom-vroom when my toe hit it |
Woah, woah, I might cop the white Rolls |
And I’m feeling so punk that I might just total it |
Smash-smash, crash-crash, now they towing it |
Grab my bag full of grass, now I’m rollin' it |
Treat each day like my last, make the most of it |
Make this cash, bring it back where the ocean is |
Don’t wanna see me in my bag (Don't wanna see me in my bag) |
They wanna see me doing bad (They wanna see me doing bad) |
And every time I see 'em now (When I see 'em now) |
I disappear in the crowd (Okay) |
Rollin' it up, ain’t putting it out |
She bringing it up and poking it out |
You heard of my gang, you know what I’m 'bout |
You don’t want the fame, you don’t want the clout |
Bounce, come to my house |
Blow the whole ounce |
Put on a few pounds |
So I’ll be putting it down |
Face down, weed loud |
He light up, it don’t make a sound |
She don’t fuck with them clowns, I’m her favorite now |
Weed clouds, large amounts in my bank account |
Shoot my shot, I’ma make it count |
Hey there, uh, kid, we’ve been lookin' for this little punk by the name of Yung |
Pinch, uh |
He’s been stirring up trouble in Orange County, Los Angeles |
Have you seen him by any chance? |
Long hair, brown eyes, diamond chain? |
Nah, I haven’t seen him, bro |
Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so |
And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it |
Not so, you know when the bar close |
I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with |
Pour me another one (Pour me another one) |
Fill my fuckin' glass, yeah |
Pour me another one |
'Cause I just skipped class to be here |
Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so |
And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it |
Not so, you know when the bar close |
I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with |