Lyrics:
took off
And got pulled over by a cop
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You
took off
And got pulled over by a cop
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
I got too much sins
Mama say I'm out of pocket
I got too much sins
Other bitches in my wallet
I got too much sins
All these demons I can't stop it
I
Pussy wagon, Tarantino
Touch my toes, ballerina
Make him cry, jalapeno
Got an alibi like you never seen her
I got too much money to be broken
I got
others too have fallen from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably called 'peace keeping forces'.
The hypocrisy is as appalling as it is
tell us how long must we endure
We’ve tolerated too much, we can’t tolerate no more
The state forced them to free us midst the tumult of the war
this hustling and stressing swear to god it's too much
All my enemies want problems think it's time to suit up
Greatest never known like when the fuck am
If I live by the gun
I’ma die by the gun
If I drink too much
I’ma die by the cup
If I pop too much
I’ma die by drugs
If I bet too much
I’ma lose all
like I'm playing monopoly
Man I got way too much money and too many guns it look like I just did a robbery
Marching around with these bands in my pocket
Trey
333
Wait
19 19 (19)
Brand new glock came with a beam (A beam a beam)
Bitch I'm so fucked
I can't even talk coz I had too much lean (I had too
and greens
Keepin my word in this game
Can tell by my drive
That we ain't the same
Now that I hear that we need to catch up
I won't say too much
I won't say
Yeah...
So much sound like dirt today
Turn on the radio and it make you thirst away
Like a dumb bitch lookin' for nerds today
Or like good food, dig
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,
47
It's AG
O'Neill
New shit
New shit
New shit
Yeah
Hey I gotta tell y'all something man
I'm too much
I'm too clutch
I'm too up
Scoot up
When
the Chain Gang delivers
KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now
To much money on my mind
I'm
Trill to too too trill
All this penitentiary skills
Its simple and plain
If I retire you youngins
Would know what to do
Kill em with finesse
When we step into the ground
They keep on saying
You too much ,you too much
J6 You too much ,
Step into the club
love
Running from your love
Running from your love
Baby go and hold my gun
Baby hold my gun
You know I need your love
But sometimes it becomes way too
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
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
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
but that's building up all this Adam
Up by atoms of my atoms
How much is too much?
Welcome to my house it's very large I don't get 'round here often
suffer so hard
Weh mi seh put dung di gun put dung di knife
Better way fi live in these times of life
Too much instant killing a gwan
Real ghetto youth dem
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