Lyrics:
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm
DIS PLAY PLAYAZ
TO MUCH BREAD TO MAKE
FOR ME TO FUCK ALL MY TIME
ON THESE CATZ DATZ TO FAKE
THEY SAY TO MANY WAYZ
ND TOO MANY TO EM
You're HOMEBOY
on, yuh, yuh, yuh
I cannot see
There's too much light
Or too much dark
I don't know but tonight
Ask for two cups, my future, my past
It's been
Hmm
Hello
Did I disturb you
I didn't mean to take up too much of your time but
Just thought I'd give you a ring and see how you was doing
How's,
they wanna come around
Baby chill with all them photos havin that camera out
These bitches playin too much I can't keep 'em around
If my other bitch see
future, morning, evening, nights with you.
IV. Apocalypse
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you
Yeah
Skrt skrrrrttttttt
Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh
Let's go let's go
Yeah whoa
Diamonds on me I know that I'm fly
Smoking too much you know that I'm high
too smooth for the police
Now they act like they don't know me
It's way too clean to be stolen
Cartier and not the Rollie
I'm way too real to be fake
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
good-looking, trying to get into get me married
Get a home, settle down by the book.
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey
yet solve any riddle
You made me call The Almighty God on you
I love my Doberman too much
You are it not worth to sent him after you
You're outside
yet solve any riddle
You made me call The Almighty God on you
I love my Doberman too much
You are it not worth to sent him after you
You're outside
something draws me to you
How in just a moment's time can all of me pursue you
What's too much
When the fascination keeps on growing by the minute
of the government
If I was the President, I'd stay fat
Leave it up to me, I'd paint the White House black
Ain't no future in yo' frontin
"To the beat y'all" "To
heard me
I’m tryna retire by 30
None of ya words can hurt me
This life is filled wit the bullshit
But I’ll take my shot like the pool stick
Riding around
Twenty-four is kinda grown up
But the feeling I'm a little undecided child
I don't know where to move, I don't know which girl suits me in my
heat fasho (bowwww)
Nigga play get peter rolled Feelin like Future in Beastmode (flipped)
Stickin to the G code Nah we aint never gon beef by hoes
from the rurals
We came here to cash in the moola
They wanna do us
They wanna copy and paste 'cause the flow it be too nice
You see the future
We be
Way Too Much
Verse 1
(I've had) Too much work for too many days
Straining my hands in too many ways
Nothin' but bills and too little change for me
run [wym? they ain't hearing me]
Came too far to slow down bitch my pronouns prolly him and IT
Penny wise be watching he'll be ashamed by where my
if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya
Things done changed for a nigga, 'cah before man I used to be the victim
Now I hop out the four by
want a piece the way that she necking me
Taking my soul I give it right back to her
If I can't fuck with her then I'm not macking her
Got too much shit
know, I'm the hottest nigga 'round!
So when I get 'em up to my room, I got 'em counting me down, let's get it
4 (4!) 3 (3!) 2 (2!) 2
2 step, (Oh!) 2 step
know, I'm the hottest nigga 'round!
So when I get 'em up to my room, I got 'em counting me down, let's get it
4 (4!) 3 (3!) 2 (2!) 2
2 step, (Oh!) 2 step
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