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F.T.N - KOOF

OVRDSE

Produced by Omegah Red
Credits to Ros Sereysothea

*LYRICS*
[Verse 1]
I used to fuck with this shorty that would drive a Kia
I used to fuck with this shorty out in Hialeah
We used to talk all night Long like Nia
Now i'm sipping sangria
Cuz we drifted apart like Pangea
But damn dear
You was flyer than a Pam Grier 
And damn Gina
Can't you tell that the man's here?
My plan's near
You can leave it in my hands dear
Just stand clear 
You got juice, you got sandia 
See the fear of losing you is something grand dear
Got me chain smoking, I can't stand beer 
Can't you tell that I ran freer?
When I was with you, putting work, almost made you my career?
Then you disappeared running to the frontier 
You think I don't care, you really want tears?
If you was in my shoes what would you do here?
Would u stay on this little spinning blue sphere?
I'm on a new gear
What did you do here?
What would I do?  What wouldn't I do for ya? 
I would move for ya
And keep it true for ya
You out to Georgia? I like the food here
I ain't losing ya 
Cant believing i'm losing ya 
That pussy bomb baby; it's really nuclear
Must be dying 
Cuz everytime I look at you i'm (flying)

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I'll stand corrected
If you second guess it
You said you're done but you answer every message
Asking me shit you know is out of the question
Stressing
Wishing I could hold you this second 
I know you want another taste of the boy
I take and destroy
Every fate to the void
I'm made to avoid
Every take I enjoy
Heaven's sake, he's a boy
He just fakes and deploys
The bravado
Raised by the dead of tomorrow
Where nothing here is free but, everything is borrowed
Living off advances we throw at the dancers
And chains for the pains that hold us for ransom 
Young broke and handsome
So you want a handful
And more music in ya ears you can jam to 
I don't care about them girls boo they ran thru
Not that there's anything wrong with that,
I'm just done with that
But I guess we just do what we want
'swhy we lie and we cry and we die just to flaunt 
Buy what we want even if we can't afford it
Nobody told you the IRS was gorgeous?
I would take you on a date on my last dollar 
The heart throb
Show stopper with the popped collar 
The Rottweiler
Come and tell me what you want momma
You can have it all, but I really hope it's not drama
Cuz I could send you
Where you never been to
Up the road if you wanna keep it simple 
Left a shorty up in London all resentful
World in my hands 
The boy's intercontinental 
I'm a champion
Come and get some calcium
Hit me back if you wanna get some action
Ya distraction
Giving you that passion 
Leave in my shirt babe that's ya new fashion 
And I hope that you don't take it wrong 
When I tell you that you're made for me, take me beyond 
Cmon
Chasing my dream shimmy ya
But she seems to belong
Out of reach for the dog
She's (flying)

DAMN GINA! (FLYING)

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