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Saint JHN – Overstimulated Lyrics

Updated

May 28, 2023

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Read Saint JHN – Overstimulated Lyrics

Check out these amazing song Lyrics for “Overstimulated” by Saint JHN. Read and enjoy the lyrics by singing along.

Saint JHN – Overstimulated Lyrics

Chorus
I am overstimulated and bored at the same time
I’m indecisive, please forgive me when I change minds
Two fingers in the air, but these are not for gang signs
We from the same hood, but we are not the same kind
Toast to my success (Oh), but truly, he don’t drink wine (Oh)
Strategic when I’m swinging, darling, he don’t aim blind
My frustration’s not financial (Oh), baby, everything’s fine (Oh)
Growing up these days, darling, this is hang time

Verse 1
Woah-oh
Uh, me and my movie star friends, we don’t slap fivе
I throw the money up in the strip club likе I ain’t baptized
Don’t pay for pussy, but you do a good job there’s a cash prize
And on God, before I cap, I‘d rather capsize
I’m in my white trash mood but on my Black side
I’m screaming, “Black, Black, Black, Black, Black lives”
Fuck all that matter-fact vibe
Fuck all that top five, nigga, I’m a five percenter on my tax side
Them niggas wanna be Oasis and be Bon Jovi
I’m on my Black Lives Matter but the blondes know me
I’m in a mansion by myself, but I’m a proud lonely
I’m on the top floor, it’s hard to look down on me

Verse 2
Oh, oh-oh, go
Look I don’t give life advice for niggas half-way through the grave
Had vision, that shit showed me a pathway through the maze
You don’t what it ain’t, not spending my last days here, afraid
But I’m Jordan mode forever, I’m passed fading away
I prefer all my truth off the internet, my nigga
I’m starting to believe that they might intercept my thoughts
This misinformation has always been a threat, my nigga
Do you not seen the way they question Johnny Depp in court?
Don’t wanna be friends, but ain’t no disrespect, my nigga
It’s the way that I was raised, so it’s never been my fault
And I let all my diamonds interject, my nigga
When you warn ’em not to touch you, it’s really hard to feel remorse
When a Porsche a one-fifty and a Ferrari a two-fifty
And a McLaren in three-fifty, you can’t salary a boss, ooh
I watched the whole Grammys with the TV on mute
‘Cause if I ain’t on the TV, the TV ain’t on, truth
My momma tried to text me and see what I’m gon’ do
Instagram’ll never tell you what I’m really going through (Pssh)
Body language gives you really strong clues
I just a pepper pot in a really strong stew
I just need a balcony and a really strong view
At least give me a better seat if I’m really gon’ lose
I thought I had a good voice, then saw how GIVĒON blew
You don’t want this nigga, put the city on zoo, and put the city on zoo

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Go Hard Lyrics by Lil Baby

Published

3 weeks ago

May 5, 2023

Whale

American Hip hop rapper, Lil Baby drops a brand new song tagged, “Go Hard”. The official Lyrics of “Go Hard” is available below.

Lil Baby – Go Hard Lyrics

Chorus
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win

Verse 1
You pillow talking to hoes again
You breaking the code again
I’m on the road again
We snuck in this bitch with them poles again
This chopper do tricks, you gon’ go fold it in
I know they be hating, I still post they shit
We slid on they block like we ‘posed to slid
This Glock been with me on my road to riches
We done over-sold the load again
Too many plays, been up for too many days
Boy you a bitch, you got feminine ways
I get the drop, I’ma pay, they gon’ spray where you stay
I had to check on my man, think he part of the Klan
Keep a mask, he got too many Ks
I had to run up them bands when I got out the can
Can’t go back, I got too many cases
He actin’ bad on the ‘Gram but we know what’s gon’ happen
It happen in every occasion
Somebody killed, I be telling my youngins to chill
Check the stats, I do numbers for real
And this ain’t no cap, I get money for real
That lil’ boy ain’t run up no commas for real
Don’t play with Baby I go million for million
I made it out, but yet I’m still in the field
Five hundred racks sitting in my Urus
Ten carat diamonds spent in my earlobes
Superhero Baby saving the ghetto
If I’m not the man, I’m the man in the middle
Hop out the car with my hand on my pistol
He just a fan, and he mad I don’t feel him
I know they know that I ran with them killers
Fuck it, you know I still run with them guys
Drivebys a waste of my time, I want somebody to die
I risk it all, put my sack on the line
I came from the back of the line
We had it cracking since back when lil one was alive
You can go ask on my line
I wish Lil Woo would’ve never went through with his move
But I’m glad that he through with his dime, yeah

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Pop Smoke ft. PnB Rock – Like Me Lyrics

Published

4 weeks ago

May 1, 2023

Whale

American Hip hop rapper, Pop Smoke releases an impressive tune titled, “Like Me”. The official lyrics of “Like Me” is available below.

“Like Me Lyrics”
(feat. PnB Rock)

(You fire)

You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She feeling, she say “you so wavy, boy you sexy, yeah you fire”

Look, I’m like what’s cracking, she like, “Pop, I got a man”
I’m like, damn, how you know me? Says she got me on the ‘gram
I said, look, I understand, but baby I’m a fan
Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land
She said what’s that on your face? I say that it’s a cold world
The way you biting your lips though got me like “oh girl”
Get money and stay aggressive, baby it’s your world
Martin talking to Gina, baby you go girl
Who you with? I’m with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers
All them scammers and the killers who I hang with
Yeah I taste good, ain’t no onions on my sandwich
I’m 823 and everybody knows I’m sanctioned
Watch, if I shoot, I’ma shoot that
Woo and I’ma woo back
Yeah I’m from the floss you know the language
I put it on the table so that everything is clear
Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ears
She’s like send me a text
At the end of the night she was laid up in the bed
Lifting up her dress had her bent up over the ledge
Kissing on her neck when she went to give me head
What’s next? Look
Let me fuck you let me suck you let me eat you let me hold you
Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga supposed to
If you ain’t know I had the power let me show you
Shark on your plate, we eating dinner at Nobu

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Pop Smoke ft. Gunna – Dior (Remix) Lyrics

Published

4 weeks ago

May 1, 2023

Whale

American Hip hop rapper, Pop Smoke releases an impressive tune titled, “Dior (Remix)”. The official lyrics of “Dior (Remix)” is available below.

“Dior (Remix)”
(feat. Gunna)

[Pop Smoke:]
Huh, roll another one
Said I’m never lackin’, always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon’ send him to heaven
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh
Oh you feelin’ sturdy, huh? (You feelin’ sturdy, man)
Let me see somethin’
Shake it, shake it, shake it

She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I’m paid
Bitch, I’m a thot, get me lit
I can’t fuck with these niggas ’cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin’ dick
All in my comments and screamin’ my name
While I’m in the club
Throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
Pop Smoke, they know I’m wildin’
If I’m on the island, I’m snatchin’ the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail
Until he free, I’m raisin’ hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin’ state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don’t come out your mouth, you know I’m like that
I’ll make a movie like TNT
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin’ in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections
All the bad bitches in my direction

[Gunna:]
New Givenchy, new Givenchy
Hop out a car, it’s a Porsche
Rockin Fendi, rockin Fendi
F print on the corduroys
I pull up Aventador
I lift up the doors and draw
These broke boys shopping in Ross
We back in Dior, Dior
I got Valentino denim
Brand new Mike Amiri denim
And these Ricky Owen denims
I drop the bag they gonna hit em
This baddie wanna pop a skittle
I’m tired of niggas telling riddles
Till the foreign whipping thru the ghetto
Seal 6 vets slime green
Riding 911 Porsche yellow
Plain Patek and an AP
They got 50 pointers and a bezel
Speedin whipped like thereto
Push these Pradas on the petal
Make her swallow down the middle
We some giants niggas little

[Pop Smoke:]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr