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Future, Metro Boomin - Overload (Official Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Future
Future
Вокал
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Автор песен
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Автор песен
Andre Proctor
Andre Proctor
Автор песен
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Future
Future
Исполнительный продюсер
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Продюсер
Dre Moon
Dre Moon
Продюсер
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Инженер звукозаписи
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Ассистент инженера
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Ассистент инженера
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Продюсер
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Миксинг-инженер
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Yeah, I'm on a overload, yeah I'm on a overload, I'm on a overload Yeah I'm on a overload Fulfill your ego, flyer than an eagle, I'm on a overload I pop one up like The Beatles, I'm goin' roller coaster I'm goin' fully loaded with my feet up Put eight zips into one liter Yeah, smokin' on Kush, drink apple juice Canary yellow ice like apple juice Jumpin' out fly like parachute Broke bitches goin' out sad with you Three main chicks on Adderall Maybach coupe, I smash it up Came from the bottom, you imagine this Drinkin' out the bottle, ain't an average cup Cartier bracelet, love cuffs Stars in the roof when I roll up A line full of dimes when I showed up Freeband Gang all they throwed up It was ten spaceships when I showed up Alligator soft, from the floor up Gold diggin' bitches 'bout to throw up Higher than a blimp when I go up Hop on a Lear, then we go up Money in the bag, don't fold up All around the globe, they know us Everywhere we go, got it sewed up Thousand and one hitters when we roll up Transformer coupe, got the doors up Pretty little bitch got her nose up Hunnids up, M's was the quota 'til a nigga got way closer V12 on my motor, never been a day I was sober All a nigga hang around is rollers, walk in the bank, smell like Doja Hop out on the curb like a soldier, Hermès on a nigga shoulder The game very cold, but I'm colder, I'm watchin' out for the vultures Mixin' the dope and the soda, a double M on my cover One thing 'bout my brothers, we all out the struggle Came out the motherfuckin' gutter, none of these niggas can touch us I came up servin' the butter, the gang got it covered like mustard I might say I love ya, but I definitely don't trust ya I'm on a overload Fulfill your ego, flyer than an eagle, I'm on a overload I pop one up like The Beatles, I'm goin' roller coaster I'm goin' fully loaded with my feet up Put eight zips into one liter (yeah) I'm on a overload, yeah I'm on a overload I'm on a overload, yeah Drinkin' out the bottle, ain't an average cup Cartier bracelet, love cuffs, stars in the roof when I roll up A line full of dimes when I showed up Freeband Gang all they throwed up It was ten spaceships when I showed up Alligator soft, from the floor up Gold diggin' bitches 'bout to throw up Higher than a blimp when I go up Hop on a Lear, then we go up Money in the bag, don't fold up All around the globe, they know us Everywhere we go, got it sewed up Thousand and one hitters when we roll up Transformer coupe, got the doors up Pretty little bitch got her nose up Hunnids up, M's was the quota 'til a nigga got way closer V12 on my motor, never been a day I was sober All a nigga hang around is rollers walk in the bank, smell like Doja Hop out on the curb like a soldier, Hermès on a nigga shoulder The game very cold, but I'm colder Broke bitches goin' out sad with you Three main bitches on Adderall Cartier bracelet, love cuffs Line full of dimes when I showed up, yeah Freeband Gang what they throwed up
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Wayne, Darrel Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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