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Freaky Tales [Beats]

Too Short

Greatest Mixes, Vol. 29

1997

freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in

suckin' me up, I'm enjoyin' the breeze I need a freak, I can fuck on
If she talkin' too much, I just say get the fuck on
I get stuck in the streets, I ain't

know? Aye
It be too much you gotta leave, you know
Imma need like 50K up in my bag right now
Imma need like 50 bitches at the pad, oh wow
It be too much

(Real shit)
Fuck a job, started trappin'
Too much money, started packin'
I'll be damned, catch me lackin'
Ain't nobody seen what happened
My bitch got

don't ask this shit is about life
Deprive of sight talk about ma eyes well bitch ass imo leave you blind
Niggas Talkin too much till I pull make that

If you see me on the phone
Then I'm talkin' bout fetty 
Nigga try to catch up w me I dead it
My heart so cold, I don't care no mo'
Niggas switch up

say money ain't a thing 
Yeah eh eh hey
Yeah hey 
Yeah eh eh eh hey
Yeah hey 
Got too much passion 
Count money like a cashier 
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me... WHO
I seen it all I'm talkin way too much
But the pressure on me don't weigh too much
Forever young I don't age too much
Actions speak so I don't

want the bag (I just want the bag)
It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had (I ain't talkin')
I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all)

should try to pursue
There's up and comers I got a problem with too
Actin like they here by accident I'm like if you ain't have a target then why would you

nigga, what's up
(What's up)
Going too hard, they say I'm too much
(Too much)
Bands can't fold, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Shooters on deck, they say we too

talkin' all that trash (you the one who talkin' all that trash)
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (yeah, ooh)
You

needed you by
I was left all alone, all I could do was cry
Your love like a drug, this shit got me so high
My feelings too strong, put my pride

You flexin hundreds got myself a dime
Talkin too much dont waste my time
Do this for my momma so that she aint gotta stress bout commas 
Oh its worth

twenty-two
We slidin' twenty-two, we in room 222
But birds go for thirty-two
I'm way too P, I give her way more pleasure then baby blue
When I'm talkin

tooth ache, uh (too much)
Yeah, I ran them bands up, nigga, hooray (ran it up)
Yeah, I ball out for real, no 2K, uh
Got some niggas that'll knock off

too much to say, I don't stay around
House up on the hill tryna find a way to get it though
She just popped a pill, like a nigga really into those

much you sell CDs for
That aint real Prada
What the P upside down for
What the P upside down for
They say vvices you too rich
I'm yung bruh lil too too

on back to me, girl
Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh

Only here by the grace of Jah, jumped out and
Where each time bad bitch chase the car
Mandatory too far

sister, huh
I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits
We ain't safe, you talkin' 'bout bullshit, then you know we with it,

my nightmares, hard to sleep in my bed
So much crazy thoughts in my brain
I'm too young to be this stressed

Would never thought it would come down

through the pages)

The Lord's Talkin To Me
He said there's way too much hate in the world today
The Lord's Talkin To Me
He said it hurts His heart just

the other way (ugh)
I ain't got too much to say (ugh)
Bust it wide open then I bust em in his face (ugh)
Been Bout my pay (ugh)

If it ain't about the money I

Double R What

Eve

Eve-Olution [Clean]

2002

little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, fuck around and blast you
Do what I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't