Ova - Alex Wiley



     
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Ova Lyrics


I admit it, unh
I ain't really shit, I admit it, aye
Aye aye unh aye aye unh unh unhI ain't really shit, I admit it
Clean scope the scene
Hit my dip then I lean
Pretty curls flowin' out my fuckin' fitted
Hella dirt on my jeans
I got lost in my dreams
And we 'bout to bring that turn up to yo city
Please don't get caught slippin'
We fuck yo bitch by committee, baby
Rappin' in the zone and I'm committed
I've been mackin' on the phone
Ain't been home in a minute, nigga
Talkin' all that bullshit, that shit ova
I don't give no fuck about bakin' soda, that shit ova, boy
Oh, good for you, I heard you're servin' YOLA, that shit ova, boy
I can't go to prison, I be votin', that shit ova, boy

Came in from the dark, that shit over
Finished with the past, that shit over
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Twenty-one-year-old Hyde Park native Alex Wiley is an increasingly important player of a movement of Chicago hip-hop artists–with Chance the Rapper at the forefront–who are uniting the city’s history of smart, bohemian backpacker rap with cunning pop sensibilities that have helped earn them a far broader audience than their biting social commentary and emotionally raw personal narratives might suggest.

Alex Wiley on Last.fm.


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