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Overload
Hip-Hop/Rap
Overload è stato pubblicato il 26 gennaio 2023 da 500 Records come parte dell'album Born Alone, Die Alone
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Data di uscita26 gennaio 2023
Etichetta500 Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM136

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Nathaniel Glover
Elijah Nathaniel Glover
Songwriter

Testi

Young **** pulled up, with his motha fuckin' woes
So much ice up on my neck, I fuck around and caught a cold
Hoes shakin' ass and titties, make them bitches touch they toes
Need them hunnits comin' in, till that money overload
I get that bag, coast to coast
I run it up, like I'm 'posed to (like I'm 'posed to)
We keep the straps in our coats too
Have my young **** wipe ya nose too
I change my hoe, like the seasons
If she ain't wifey, then she gotta go (gotta go)
Feelin' like Roddy, I ball every season
Waited all year, just to flex ****
Bad lil bitch, tryna blow like a bomb
Bitch, I can't lay up, I ain't got the time (no no)
My pistol named Parker, I keep me a nine
Might pull up and spark it, and aim at ya mind (fah fah)
Fah fah fah, might aim at ya mind
Pussy ass ****, need to fall in line
**** gone die, if they try to take mine
**** gone die, if they try to take, okay
Young **** pulled up, with his motha fuckin' woes (with his woes)
So much ice up on my neck, I fuck around and caught a cold (caught a cold)
Hoes shakin' ass and titties, make them bitches touch they toes (touch they toes)
Need them hunnits comin' in, till that money overload
Mama always told me that I was a star
She the main reason I go so hard (uh huh)
**** be phony, they fake and they fraud (they fraud)
Put it on God, I ain't nothin' like y'all (put it on God)
Told my girl keep playin' her part
Play me once, I ah do a bitch harsh (uh huh)
Take my love, don't break a **** heart (take my love)
Take my love, don't break a ****
Painted her face, it's a work of art
I can't be hangin' with **** that's soft (uh uh)
Only time we ran, we was duckin' the law
We was hoppin' them fences and runnin' through yards
She ate my kids, like corn on the cob
Fuck me good, like that's yo job
You know it's 500, I throw up the five
Ball like the Bucks and we move like the mob, yeah
Young **** pulled up, with his motha fuckin' woes (with his woes)
So much ice up on my neck, I fuck around and caught a cold (caught a cold)
Hoes shakin' ass and titties, make them bitches touch they toes (touch they toes)
Need them hunnits comin' in, till that money overload
They don't know about bustin' shots, at some random ****, tryna kill you
They don't know about losin' blood, body full of lead, like a pencil
They don't know about road runnin', tryna shake somethin', when the rent due
They don't know about fightin' demons, when the devil creepin', tryna get you
They don't know
(Mm mm)
I run it up, like I'm 'posed to
(Mm mm mmmm mm)
Written by: Elijah Nathaniel Glover
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