ฟังเพลงOverseas (Explicit)

Song: Overseas (Explicit)

Artist: D-Block Europe, Central Cee

Lyrics: Central Cee & Young Adz

Composed: StillNas, Washy, BGRZ & Lorkestra

The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas

I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep

When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please

Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet

Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported

Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward

And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him

Know I get the birds in, fuck a drought

Worker is misbehaving, chuck him out

I get the money, money from her house

Out in a lovely, lovely country town

I said, if you care about her, fly her out

Go to the Louis store and buy it now

I'ma keep pouring 'til I'm running out

I just hit it from the back, she scared, she runnin' out

Ooh, young and lit, money keep on coming in

Ooh, I keep a rock band on standby, pull up and drum that shit

Ooh, deep in it, I'ma swim, hand on heart, I love this chick

Ooh, all them niggas 'round me family, love them on some brother shit

She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash, I keep on gettin' them flashbacks

I was OT so I had to bash, I almost thought about gettin' a cab back

Do it like Rico and video that, if we upload it, probably get some backlash

Backshots, she got the ripple effect, it's too tense and I can't help but slap that

Fuck that, pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet

Plan B, girl, you gotta swallow that tablet

The way that she handle it, this one talented

Pum-pum soakin', feel like I'm paddling

Back come 'round, I'm a fan of it

Ride on a bike one time and saddle it (Oh)

Ayo, her doctor working wonders

Damn, that's a big circumference (Oh)

Get her wet, she don't need no lube

On the fortieth floor, you should see the views (Alright)

She don't wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad, man, I don't wanna leak your nudes

How do I say it without seeming rude? (Huh)

I just wanna see if it's cute

Shake that back like a video vixen

This one here don't wanna be in my tunes

She wanna go Nobu just for the Snap

If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food

Word on the road is Cench get a hundred a show

This hoe wan' see if it's true

Posh ting, she don't wanna be with the squares no more, she said she wanna be with the goons

Thought she could hack it, not active, too smoky, now she wanna leave the room

The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas

I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep

When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please

Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet

Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported

Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward

And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him

I love the trap (Trap)

Quarter milli on cars ain't never enough (Enough)

Couple milli, I put it aside, cop me a villa in Marbs (In Marbs)

She need ten racks for her arse, said, bro, I'll put that on my dargs (That on my dargs)

My killers still swervin' the Rona but that ain't the reason for masks (Yeah)

I fill up the drum and it's kickin' away, spin it back like I'm target (Yeah)

I sat in my kitchen, I'm whippin' away and I'm droppin' off white with no garlic

It's a carousel when I'm spinnin' the tray, hate when my flight is delayed (Delayed)

I tell my lil' nigga, "Go flex in my Rollie, no money to waste" (Waste)

The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas

I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep

When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please

Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak

Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet

Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported

Sad, sad, f you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward

And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him