Lyrics:
up, iced out, gun in my hand
I got too much sauce, they can't understand
Scarf wrapped around my head like the Taliban
Ooh, look how them diamonds
NO McTTER IF YOU´RE POOR
PcIN IS THE ScME EVERYWHERE I GO.
TOO MUCH BLOOD, TOO MUCH PcIN
WHcT CcN I DO?
LOVE IS c GUN, LOVE IS c GUN
cND I´LL SHOOT
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen in the peripheral, he jump tryna run by
His man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun back
Piece
of glory? short ending with a long story
Maybe we want too much and program but
The city do not give a fuck, a blood oath
One for the saints, one for my
When I think of all the evil people with brains plagued by hate, I just wonder, are their souls evil too
How deep does the hate seep into their
the chauffeur?
She havin way way too much fun
And you know I'm right
Like two bullets in a loaded gun
Baby we're two of kind
Oh, she want it bad yeah
She gotta
got too much beef, I gotta move with it
I got too much beef, I gotta move with it
(Move with it)
Pussy so damn good, I damn near moved in it
(O oh)
Want 31, I'ma put down da gun, I'ma beat down a boy down like I'm floyd
Too much talkin', n too much arguin', you niggas, be hidin in the smoke, when we
They say it's a hopeless fight, well I say I gotta try
Maybe there's too much to think about it
Maybe there ain't nothin' left to say
But if our
stays blue, even when me clouds grey
Still the pussyhole them, want try pree me
Like never see come see, not we eh
Too busy scheming, catch yuh while yuh
up on ya you better be alert
If you don’t break the cycle you get rebirth
Y’all be reaching too much to let y’all get a free verse
I’ll give ya'll
And these niggas be talking too much
But they cannot compare to us
Remember nobody cared for us
Now they all wanna fuck with us Ok
And they bitch wanna fuck
On the net lagging too much, the latency
I slide in a ghost like a mystery (Mystery)
I slide in a fantom, don't know my identity (Identity)
I got the K' like
They talk a whole lot,
Don't mean too much,
A pizzan like me, I've seen too much
Can't bother with these frauds, if you scheming, What?
One call,
ain't workin'
You grab the bottle and the gun
And you sit down on the floor all alone
But it's too late, in the heat of passion
Somebody better call
telling lies
But I ain't shocked, it's no surprise
Loui said the angels are watching me
Means too much to me so fuck what you believe
Talking down on my
for me, cause these haters scheming on the low
Pray for me, cause a young nigga stay fly
Pray for me, too much pride hold my head high
Pray for me,
call me Bootsy, but I call it timin'
That's while I keeps on grindin' (that's right)
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feelin' this shit,
call me Bootsy, but I call it timin'
That's while I keeps on grindin' (that's right)
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feelin' this shit,
Yuhh
Yuhh
Yuhh
I been dropping so damn much, it's unpredictable
Keep my gun on my lap like Ja Morant up in the club
Bad bitch grabbing on my
right for me
Big sick got me falling on the knife
Big sick yeah you're coming right for me
Too much, too close
I know you really want me to die
You want
This whole situation keep pushing us
We have lost too much is this a judgement day
Hundred levels inside dungeon bay
Final boss white hood KKK
A M E R I
way
I just motherfucking came
Don’t you think Imma fuckin’ stay?
‘You doin’ too much!’
I mean seriously
Had to solve some problems
Now I’m back
Didn’t
You know somebody swung on me & cut me?
(Come on come on come on)
You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?
(Come on come on come on)
Is
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