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Overly Sure
51 June
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Pretty brown eyes
You know I see you
It's a disguise
The way you treat me (the way you treat me)
(Pretty brown eyes) you keep holding on
To your thoughts of rejection
If you're with me you're secure
Yeah, yeah
I told her I had to see her
You fuckin' with me, then you know you're secure
Ain't breaking no hearts over here, my baby
I'm tellin' you this 'cause I'm overly sure
She passenger P when I ride the Maybach two-tone
The ambient lights, the mirror
She likin' the way that I'm puttin' it down
Look in her eye, tell her, "Give me kiss" (mwah)
Don't play with my lil' shyt
Daytona Raleigh engraved in my wrist (Daytona)
Don't even know what year Maybach this is
I get that paper and play with my kids
LV engraved on the side of my Timbs
I pull up bae on the route to the M's
Only one made, it's a thousand of them
She give me a face, say she counting on him (let's do it)
She give me a face, say she fuckin' with me
She hop in the May, now she touchin' on me
She leave me a space for my cup in the seat
I double the juice, she double the seat (let's do it)
We fly to St. Lou, I fuck her in Greece
I swear this shit don't mean nothin' to me
I take her through, then she run it from me
I fly out of state for a solitaire peace
I fly out of state for a proper release
Hit up my PR, I model my rims (on God)
I'm in that May with the optical trim
4G the label, they poppin' again (4G)
Shawty this paper, we got it to spend
Why you keep offerin' top in the bend?
She say her fantasy five in the Benz
With all these racks, I'm a confident man
With all these racks, I'm in higher demand
I done married that paper, the rock on her hand
Niggas stay tryna hate, it's a thousand to spend
Click on his page and it's off with his head
I done fell out with folks, I wasn't offering bread
I like punchin' shit down, they like talkin' instead
I like makin' lil' shawty hang off of the bed
Baby step in my office, that's off with the head
I remember that shit that my Pawpaw had said
"Boy you the one, don't get caught in the red"
Tied a durella on side of my head
For all of my life and the steps that I led
Some shit I recite, I regret I had said
Some shit I would write, I would never had read
Tellin' me lies on side of my bed
I swallowed my pride and then I had said (yeah, yeah)
I told her I had to see her
You fuckin' with me, then you know you're secure
Ain't breaking no hearts over here, my baby
I'm tellin' you this 'cause I'm overly sure
She passenger P when I ride the Maybach two-tone
The ambient lights, the mirror
She likin' the way that I'm puttin' it down
Look in her eye, tell her, "Give me kiss" (mwah)
Don't play with my lil' shyt
Daytona Raleigh engraved in my wrist (Daytona)
Don't even know what year Maybach this is
I get that paper and play with my kids
LV engraved on the side of my Timbs
I pull up bae on the route to the M's
Only one made, it's a thousand of them
She give me a face, say she counting on him
Let's do it
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