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Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by
I'm waiting in line
Nobody gets too much love anymore
It's as high as a mountain

Chris
Two bitches tellin' me they do sniff
What do you know?
So much wax in this bitch, smokin'
You'd thinkin' I'm fuckin' mad or too soft
(?)
Nah,

I can tell you want my body
You ain't gotta say too much
By the look in ya eyes
I can tell you want my body
Love the way you whine it
Girl you move

hardly
We let the style do the talking we don’t
Say too much you know ill will got the buds
Like he collie sometimes I rock a beard just
Like I’m stalley

spice
Phone always wet gotta put it in rice
Beat aint trash like a demo on splice
With your girl once hada resist tapping twice
Yeah you know we burger

they usually let me be
But on this particular day they chose to break my peace
And to their benefit I was openly curious
So much in fact I told them yes,

bland
Ill show you the way, girl just grab my hand
These thoughts too much you sinkin, quicksand
Stains on my shirt, burn holes in my pants
15 a month,

do too much always acting on a camera
You can my ask my mama n that's word to the slammer
Sanchez coming home free him out the slammer
Tryna turn it up

to exhale
Too much x til I'm frail
After a laced cocktail
But I'm dead so I won't tell the tale
Chew on lead
Like a dog with a bone
Alone in a field until

You Don't Want Drama

Eightball & MJG

Crunk Hits

2005

yo wife was bleedin'
Now your life is leavin' yo body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E

ABQ get stuck
Like a rusty nail in a coffin
Ooh get up off me
Man take your losses
Shaking in your boots
Like you sipping too much coffee
I'm a buckin'

Spice in my joint so much grabba how I love my weed
Ian never ever meet a bitch that I thought I need
Horses in the renty engine roarin cause I love

taste
Pretty eyes and she got a matching waist
Leaving In The cM like what a waste
Island girl left city boy amazed

Guess Its Time to head back home
Much

the bag secure the bag get rich 
I'm doing it with no father figure
I'm tripping on life and i'm sipping too much liquor 
Just pay the price before they

what shame is
I just got too fly, all black, nameless
Brand new tee and it's made by the neighbors
Brand new stage and it came with a pit
Fuck it up then

to the instrumental
To the soundtrack of my life
Now we getting sentimental
Wrote my feelings with a pencil
Before we get too resentful

I'm hustling
Find a place I can trust that won't bust me with "are you of age?" to be guzzling, bubbling
I must admit the law doing too much with it,

I'm a hood nigga, can't fake it

This girl getting loose 
(Getting loose)
Off the Goose 
(Off the Goose)
We gon' take a shot, call it salute

or your Lex 
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex 
Much too complex, effects be live like Das 
Making moves down South to avoid the chaos

Tell Me Why

Spice Girls

Forever

2000

Spice Girls, Darkchild, Let's Dance
Oooh
We could have had it all
But you turned your back
We started with dreams
We started a team
But you

with the boys Em chill with the girls em
Do many things and have some Fun tonight
Baby girl tonightttt
Spice on the mix

born to compete
Eighteen but far more wise
Than half of the rappers you've seen

Flip out, I've been tryna get out much
Wider I don't want casualties

up like I'm 2Pac minus the sit-ups
I be the big one at the bando wit a bad ho playing instrumentals
My pockets keep some fat Wallace, ain't that Big
I

to keys, we flip bread
I love black girls, big breast, thick legs
I don't fuck bad bitches they suck my dick head
Getting money is all man know
Instrumentals