Lyrics:
I don't fancy you too much, child
I don't fancy you too much, child
Don't fancy you too much, child
I don't fancy you too much
You think you're
took your time
I took my time with you
I roll one up
You roll one up too
After the party we can smoke and ride
I got a new whip baby get inside
You see
and perfect charity
At the time of this tribulation a man, non canonically elected, will be raised too the pontificate
Who by his cunning, will endeavor to draw
much, you're doing too much
Baby take your time with me
Why did you lie to me?
Too much, you're doing too much
Baby take your time with me
Why did you lie
Because you've had too much.
LJ: I ain't had enough yet baby! [spoken]
CS: Ah, yes you've had too much.
LJ: You can't stop that. [spoken]
CS:
we'd spend together
You'd hug and kiss me when I'd come through the door
And make me stay forever
But you'd say
You go away too much
Much too much
You
the pill that gives you feeling
Why you crying? You for real
Now y'all want reparations?
Bitch fuck dreams, only think of me
Im ya uncle blam
I coming for
hot, it's too darn hot
It's too too too too darn hot
I'd like to call on my baby tonight
And give my all to my baby tonight
I'd like to call on my
And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by
And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by
sober
Your bitch was lost before I found her homie
I gotta get high, What you gotta do today
Ain't too damn much, I'm just smoking on these paper planes
I
When it's raining and times are hard,
And there's too much junk in the backyard,
You hope for a rainbow.
Be it lotto or keno
In the trailer park;
the dash
Leave it all in the past
Tryna make it last
Too much Too fast
We was just project babies
Growing up
All we knew is what we saw
In front of us
Was
of sins
Stuffing sacks inside of shoes
Always on the grind
Always on the move
Always in my mind
Baby that's the truth
Talking too much man
I just need
much too much
Too much too much
To want to hold your hand
And call you baby if I can
Even though I'm a fool and I'm just your friend
It's a Saturday
about things and such
This is kind of all over the place but trust me it will make sense
When I'm done talking
I'm really drunk I had too much to drink
very much to do
I said I'd be here
So come on over, come on in, come on by baby
Otis Redding makes me feel good
Dancin' in the kitchen barefoot
All
“reality” even meant. When one spends so much time preoccupied with the demons in her dreams, the realities kind of merge on their own.
It was all
Cross your fingers, try your luck, you gon' get stuffed inside this Dutch
Bitches gangster on them keyboards, on the 'net, hoes do too much
Hoes be
Money trees growing in my backyard
Paper flowers in my garden
I'm on a highway
Fastlane i'm pressing gas baby
Ey man a herbalist from a long time
can't sleep
Aye
Independent what momma told me
Aye
All this money in my hand I can't fold shit
Too much money on my mind I can't focus
Hit that baby like
And explain all the pain that it cost him
My sixteen should've came with a coffin
Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune
But one thing is
got me a job from Henry Ford
But I made a mistake, I moved much too far
And now I know what the lonesome blues are
I'm getting lonesome, I'm getting
hot, it's too darn hot
It's too too too too darn hot
I'd like to call on my baby tongiht
And give my all to my baby tonight
I'd like to call on my
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