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Small Talk - ovrkast./Samara Cyn.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Silas Wilson
[00:07.089]Intro: Ovrkast
[00:16.821]Oh, we don't need no license
[00:19.591]We don't need no, uh, we don't
[00:26.538]Yeah, uh
[00:27.124]
[00:27.580]Verse 1: Ovrkast
[00:28.782]First off, grind hard never work soft
[00:31.415]Still a man, first thought
[00:33.267]Ready when it hit the ceiling fan
[00:35.151]Know my pen got the perks on it
[00:36.868]First on it
[00:37.800]Ready on it
[00:38.548]Ready now, why I perch on it
[00:39.549]Businessman wanna lurk on it
[00:40.987]Busy, I'ma hit you first homie
[00:43.408]Shit, wake up
[00:44.920]Never Seen nothin' this major (whoo)
[00:46.636]Niggas seen nothin' this made up, uh
[00:48.848]What's the bill like Cosby?
[00:50.091]What the cost be to save something?
[00:54.214]Uncle Sam slick robbed me
[00:55.586]Niggas pillun' strings for the bass notes, get down
[00:59.102]Chorus: Samara Cyn
[00:59.603]I hit the all with the freeze
[01:01.603]With the hoes? Not impressеd, we ain't bros
[01:04.427]Where thе loot? Run the go
[01:05.883]Where the loot? Run the go
[01:07.473]Where the loot? Run the go
[01:09.189]Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it
[01:11.313]Verse 2: Ovrkast
[01:12.230]Yeah, I don't talk, just pay up
[01:15.304]Hear a lot of shit no fake ones
[01:16.900]Hear a lot of shit no fake love
[01:18.852]Rinse my hands, yeah
[01:20.727]Rinsa my hands, don't play like that
[01:22.320]Both rear's locked in, no brakes like that
[01:24.019]Don't tempt my man, just break like that
[01:27.267]Shit dump shit, let me shake like that
[01:28.553]Shit weird, homie
[01:30.885]I got something real for you, don't flake on me
[01:32.907]Just deal with me, yeah
[01:34.916]Chorus: Samara Cyn
[01:35.569]Gimme the loot
[01:36.525]Where the loot? Run the go
[01:38.286]Where the loot? Run the go
[01:39.686]Where the loot? Run the go
[01:41.322]Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it
[01:45.160]Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it
[01:47.086]Verse 3: Samara Cyn
[01:47.555]Talk cheap, cheap niggas, meak mumbles
[01:49.605]Sound like you owe me some money
[01:51.098]Long way, run around the main point
[01:53.135]That sound like you owe me some money
[01:54.663]Stumbling, st-st-stuttering
[01:57.017]I don't do the muttering
[01:58.087]Go yah,trick, yah, yah, yah, yah
[02:00.669]Had to put some soldier in it, sis
[02:03.019]Spring water in the coochie, baby
[02:05.828]Eat healthy, shape my Wu-Tangs and Kahooties lately
[02:09.264]Trim the fat, fat and blessings
[02:12.775]Then express 'em and it's set up (bitch, it's set up)
[02:18.233]Bitch, it's set up and I'm paid up
[02:19.856]Work is barely even worth
[02:21.063]No need check up in the mornin'
[02:24.757]Bitch, I'm spoiled and I'm poppin'
[02:26.602]Call me "rude", bitch, beau regard
[02:28.201]Put your money where your mouth is
[02:30.180]Ho, or put it in a car (really?)
[02:31.953]
[02:32.486]Chorus: Samara Cyn
[02:32.925]I hit the all with the freeze
[02:34.629]With the hoes? Not impressed, we ain't bros
[02:37.008]Where the loot? Run the go
[02:38.878]Where the loot? Run the go
[02:40.383]Where the loot? Run the go
[02:42.324]Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it
text lyrics
作曲 : Silas Wilson
Intro: Ovrkast
Oh, we don't need no license
We don't need no, uh, we don't
Yeah, uh
Verse 1: Ovrkast
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 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 major (whoo)
Niggas seen nothin' this made up, uh
What's the bill like Cosby?
What the cost be to save something?
Uncle Sam slick robbed me
Niggas pillun' strings for the bass notes, get down
Chorus: Samara Cyn
I hit the all with the freeze
With the hoes? Not impressеd, we ain't bros
Where thе 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
Verse 2: Ovrkast
Yeah, I don't talk, just pay up
Hear a lot of shit no fake ones
Hear a lot of shit no fake love
Rinse my hands, yeah
Rinsa 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
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
Chorus: Samara Cyn
Gimme the loot
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
Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it
Verse 3: Samara Cyn
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
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 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?)
Chorus: Samara Cyn
I hit the 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