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PARTYNEXTDOOR

Over Here

 

Over Here

(album: PartyNextDoor - 2013)


[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Girl this summer, you'll be looking for
You'll looking for me while I'm riding in
That brand new whip you wanted
All I ever asked for was patience
(All I ever asked and you know it)
Patience and pussy but mostly patience
Swear I used to keep you waiting in
Now you waiting on something better
Girl what's better than this
We were supposed to do big things
Now you waiting for somebody
Girl, what's better than this?

[Hook x2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Popping champagne over here'
Girl it ain't a thang over here
Blowing money fast over here
Blowing all this cash over here

[Verse 2: Drake]
Me and my nigggas bucking head first
You supposed to be there when my head hurt
Used to be going out hardly, now we wanna party
Celebration on me, well what's up
Pay homage, I roll through the city like young Sheikh Mohammed
It can't be that hard to find us
Go to Jungle, pick up my Ethiopian goddess
That's when words spread, a Bugatti is in the projects
The boy home, used to take the bus to the block
Now summertime whips come through and bust up the block
I remember seeing Nikk's having to bust up a block
And sell the work right to hush, y'all niggas must have forgot
But I was there Nas don shit, a couple things sit on my conscience
With that said, look what at all we accomplished
Yea, sure this ain't Compton but this ain't a fairytale land neither
We all lost mad people, the city wild
They gave the task to a purposeful child
Verse's starts to get a little more personal now
But that's cause everybody else sound is so played out tho'
Oliver North in the cut Dolce'd out tho'
A 1000$ bottle it get poured straight out tho'
I'm screaming OVO on the whole way out tho'
I'm back boy for real, I'm that boy for real
I got hits nigga, you just a bat boy for real
Backwoods got peeled, I smoke away all the tears
Nothing was the same, including y'all careers
The new Cash Money, the new Rocafella
Bunch of young rich niggas, turn around if you jealous

[Hook x2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]

On this side...

done

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