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much, you play with me, my niggas gon' spin
The block is hot, they scope the scene out, Indo say when
These hoes be poppin' lip by basic shit, that's what

dry
I been through way too much, you can't offend I
Plus I'm knowin' one true self, you tryna get by
I don't  Hang around with niggas, just tryna get

these niggas lookin' like some opp boys
Got these haters mad, cause they say I floss too much
Stuff my dick in her mouth, cause she don't floss enough
Got

this bitch think she clever
Niggas hatin' on me, cause I got my feta
If you plottin' on me, I got my beretta
I can't handout favors
So much on my mind

A Nigga On The News 
Reaching For A Nigga Neck U Get Killed Bout These Jews 
It Cost Too Much To Let U Take I Refuse
I Sit Back And Chill Shiid The Money

Pussyboy touchdown, don't say too much now

Got time on the way, I think I'm on a cuss now
Wrist  cost  some shit, I ain't gotta wear cuffs now
Nigga think

you know me, I ain't no liar
I don't show too much emotion, but I cry when I write songs
And I know you feel my pain, I see it when you sing along
Girl,

I take this nigga's life, or should I let him have it
Shorty keep on suckin' dick without no hands, I told her grab it
Never had to do too much for

to jail like Ricky D, hollow head, done hit his spine
I ain't gotta say too much, they know that boy ain't high
Talkin' gangsta on the net, I bet I leave

talkin' 'bout the Ravens
And you ain't never gotta ask, they know it's me just by my cadence
I won't ever forget who wasn't there when I needed 'em
I

I can't be the only one
Is that too much
Ayo, Jeff, this one broke my heart

Better treat me like somebody
Cause I might just treat your body
And I

Got smoked
By the bitch named Cubana

It's the fucking links
Wtf you think
And we so in sync
You won't sleep a wink
Make you so crazy
Now that baby need

Lil' bruh been feelin' himself too much, I wanna see him on his ass

This hot bitch fine as hell, and this lil' ho got a lot of ass
Like fuck that shit,

yo' head off like the pin on my grenade
Too much Xanax in my system, I'ma vomit on the pave (On the pave)

on the come up can't stay undercover forever
I got too much talent to just let it fester
I'm runnin' these reds tryna race in the rental
Rockstar in the making

all that blood pressure, droppin' too much salt
Done seen it with my own eyes, own people wanna see me flop
Workin' digital scales, the only time I used

everyday, I don't think I'ma stop
Roll my blunt and smoke my pain away, I put it in the sky
I been smokin' way too much, but I still get high like a kite
But

down my drawers, then start applausing She say I'm too much of an offer
Now she like spec, meet me at the altar
Top of the morning, let's get to her bag

fried, uh
And if she talkin' too much, she gotta step aside,
Uh, hit his girl, then send her over there
Uh, breakin' her back, make her tear
Uh, go inside,

left you on read Then you had died , I had so much to say
Thought I was too busy gettin' this bread I should've been there to hug on your face
I

of gold
Knew he was just rappin', ain't bout to ask him, call that boy a ho
Ayo V, let's get him touched, let him speak, don't say too much

Got one on her

the night that Ralph died
I can't shed no tears, wreck it, I got too much pride
I'm a gangster to my core, y'all know how I ride
But for slime, I used

ain't too much I can say on that
You see that ps5 we can play on that
All this shit I say on tracks
It be real truth straight up facts
I'm Mr. Wavy hit

before & ian die got too much murder on my mind
Niggaz be bitches niggaz women niggaz pretending I don't believe em
Over dese women a nigga act different