Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
with the bakasi
You dey play all the boys you be Ribery
Eh but ah no mind
You too much you too get mouth
You fit make gentle man to shout
And your
ehh
There's a girl in my neighborhood
Everybody wants her but me want her to
But ah too much su su su su a too much watchie watchie
I'm trying
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
ain't with all of that loudmouth I'm quiet as kept
Might have your baby momma wire the check
Fuck all that tough talk
I want all the smoke if we gone
the road with my eyes closed
And all the paths besides.
And I know the boy who broke this fence,
And I know his brother, too.
And they'd never give me
strength in the yeah
Uh, we gonna stretch it up,
One more shot to go
Now I'm all up on the floor
There's one thing that I know
I had to look too much
of let the window crack
Funny september and the winter's coming back
The house is unusually quiet and I'm wondering where Sabrinas at
By this time
to constitute
What this country at times calls (yeah) their throwaway children
We seem to be approaching (come on) an age of the gross
We all have this idea
By myself, I don't got no dependency
Get you gone with a check it's a tendency
Vaeh is my twin 'cause we got too much chemistry
forgot you know hip to the hip talk
Plain j-o-b, baby
In eight hours a day, all the overtime I can get
I don't know, I guess it might be too late but
I
(too much)
(Ayy, oh) it's all I want
(Hands on my arms) ohh
It's all I want (let's do too much)
(Hands on my arms)
That's all, that's all, it's
Uh, trust fund baby
Lump sums, baby
Got a bunch of 'em, baby
Not some money, baby
Got much money, baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin', baby
By
I got a beauty in the backyard
She doesn't look like much I know
But man you should have seen her drive
A couple years ago
We had one foot in
Ay, when it's real, only money change
Too much juice (juice), too much sauce (sauce)
Too much juice (juice), too much sauce (sauce)
Too much
I want a crib with a big backyard
I wanna drive all the fancy cars
6 Figure timepiece on my arm
Johnny Black for the bon voyage
I want a girl with
Anything he can do, I can do it too
Everything he can't buy, Gucci on my shoes
Come back to my backyard, I'll show you the rules
You could take your
Cos I'm
Too much
I'm too much
Too much
Too much
I'm too much
Too much
Too much
Aww baby
Too much
Aww baby
Too much
Aww baby
Too much
Aww baby
I'm too
involved again.
Blonde hair, good-looking,
Trying to get me hooked and married
Get a home, settle down by the book.
Too much monkey business,
Too
involved again.
Blonde hair, good-looking,
Trying to get me hooked and married
Get a home, settle down by the book.
Too much monkey business,
Too
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