Pro Era - Overseas lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada**] Overseas chicken, please I over see these chickens As I squeeze swishers... as I switch positions [Verse 1: Joey Bada**] Heard you trying to get worked tonight, but you got work tonight That same excuse won't work tonight sh** is on you I ain't tripping You know where I be hidden at, the tipton still tipping Rippin these bongs, sh** is written in these songs I'm dripping sweet charm, sweetheart, just know it Won't be no restart when I depart these parts, so dont blow it Plus how you talk the talk and won't show it, (FRUNCHIN!!) It's cool, I shouldn't even be gettin myself into you I should get myself in the mood for these interviews (cancel that) Well, it's whatever doe hit the jack Worst scenario hit the Twitter I'm following back And in a matter of facts, perhaps she came back cause I'm runnin these tracks She like you sayin if you wasn't the Usain of rap Than I wouldn't put the key into my ac' that fast I'm like, I ain't even act that fast, put my hands where them titties is You didn't even act fastidious, no serious n***as dont know about this phat sadity sh** Let me tell you what it really is [CJ Fly] Naw, lemme tell you what is really was, it was like uh 30 sumchins in a hotel overseas, ya know, fly sh** [Verse 2: CJ Fly] I'm a stand up guy, could you tell by my stance Still down to earth, like a meteorite crash Was never really into luck so this might just be my chance I might die this time if we let this pa** I just can't one glance we get close, I see more than the pans Curve every player trying to hit what I pitch her in a flash Hold it, beauty is what you possess, when you hitting em poses You be gettin me focused, won't give you props than it ain't reel Ain't have it we wanted power so we made millls Hard work, tell me how selling cane fields This my shot, thats why I'm glad you stayed still Was just tryna be down, but still living it up Being super supercilious, how silly of us Tell em don't mind us, cause her bu*t made a plush And I told her she could be blunt, while I get in her guts [Bridge] Got me like O damn, let me know what I was hoping Other n***as mad cause they just hopeless Me and you could smoke up on some potent To get you open, would you promote in And you and I could listen to some slow jams Not a little boy, I'm a grown man Hope you know that your were really chosen I'm living golden [Outro: Joey Bada**]×2 Overseas chicken, please I over see these chickens As I squeeze swishers, (Beastcoast) as I switch positions (Flatbush)