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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ovrkast.
Ovrkast.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ovrkast.
Ovrkast.
Songwriter
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Songwriter
Silas Wilson
Silas Wilson
Composer

Lyrics

Oh, we don't need no license We don't need no, uh, we don't Yeah, uh First off, grind hard never work soft Still a man, first thought Ready when it hit the ceiling fan Know my pen got the perks on it First on it Ready now, why I perch on it Businessman wanna lurk on it Busy, I'ma hit you first homie Shit, wake up Never seen nothin' this made up, uh Never seen nothin' this major (whoo!) Niggas and bitches gone pay up, uh What's the bill like Cosby? What the cost be to save something? Uncle Sam slick robbed me Niggas pullin' strings for the bass notes, get down I hit them all with the freeze With the hoes? Not impressed, we ain't bros Where the loot? Run the go Where the loot? Run the go Where the loot? Run the go Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it Yeah, I don't wanna talk, just pay up Hear a lot of shit, no fake ones Hear a lot of shit, no fake love Rinse my hands, yeah Rinse my hands, don't play like that Both rear's locked in, no brakes like that Don't tempt my man, just break like that Don't wait, jump in, just shake like that Shit dump shit, let me shake like that Shit weird, homie I got something real for you, don't flake on me Just deal with me, yeah Give me the loot Where the loot? Run it go Where the loot? Run it go Where the loot? Run it go Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it Talk cheap, cheap niggas, meak mumbles Sound like you owe me some money Long way, run around the main point That sound like you owe me some money Stumbling, st-st-stuttering I don't do the muttering Go yah, trick, yah, yah, yah, yah Had to put some soldier in it, sis Spring water in the coochie, baby Eat healthy, shape my Wu-Tangs and Kahooties lately So protected, I invest it, stop the conversatin' Trim the fat, fat and blessings Then express 'em and it's set up (bitch, it's set up) Bitch, it's set up and I'm paid up Work is barely even worth No need check up, put a check-up Just to wake up in the mornin' Bitch, I'm spoiled and I'm poppin' Call me "rude," bitch, beau regard Put your money where your mouth is Ho, or put it in a car (really?) I ain't hit 'em all with the freeze With the hoes? Not impressed, we ain't bros Where the loot? Run it go Where the loot? Run it go Where the loot? Run it go Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh You asked me to play murzik, I'm playing the murzik You wanna talk over the murzik, you wanna talk? We were just having a conversation I'm playing the murzik for a reason
Writer(s): Samara Henderson, Ovrkast., Silas Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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