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[Intro: Joey Badass]
Overseas chicken, please I over see these chickens
As I squeeze swishers... as I switch positions

[Verse 1: Joey Badass]
Heard you trying to get worked tonight, but you get work tonight
That same excuse won't work tonight
Shit is on you I ain't tripping
You know where I be hidden at, the tipton still tipping
Rippin these bongs, shit 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
Niggas dont know about this phat sadity shit
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 shit

[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 gettin deluxe so this might just be my chance
I might die this time if we let this pass
I just can't one glance we close, I see more than the pants
Curve every player trying to hit what I picked her in a flash
Hold it, beauty is what you pose as, when you hitting em poses
You be gettin me focused, won't give you props than it ain't real
They heavy they one of ours so we made meals
Hardwork, tell me how selling cane feels
This my shot, thats why I'm glad you stay still
Was trying to be down, but still living it up
You super serious, how silly of us
Don't mind us, cause a blunt made a plush
I told her she could be blunted, while I get in the guts

[Bridge]
Got me like O damn, let me know what I was holding
Other niggas mad cause they just hopeless
Me and you could smoke up on some potent
And 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 Badass]×2
Overseas chicken, please I over see these chickens
As I squeeze swishers, as I switch positions

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