Lyrics:
Yeah Jay-z I'm callin you out, you suck, you hang out wit 50 cent 'cause you're not worth a dollar buck. And for chammillionaire you horrible and even
surprised when someone turns me down[00:33.03]I'm always taking shots, and wouldn't mind another round[00:39.94]Got way too much time on my
tho[00:23.23]I like bein by myself too much know you hear the dial tone[00:26.67]It's not on purpose I Feel furthest from the milestone[00:30.06]I'm gonna work so
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
oh yeah
(Too much sauce)
Can't nobody stop him
Feeling like Klay Thompson (That's too)
Yeah, range unlimited
Dam,
anything
I can tell she loyal
I can tell by how she talk
You wanna know the recipe
I got too much sauce
I'm still dripping I ain't even tripping
I feel like
huh
Well fucking with your friend I did her foul huh
But even still she fuck me now if I'd allow her
I get the money and the power too much to resist
and a place where them things belong
The stage and a soapbox, this is only a song
To dwell on the matter much longer would be wrong
And people get by, she'll
Had the groove
So in tune wit it
I don't want that
Fake love
This more just than just loving
Too much on my mind
I need you by my side
I put that
A few times at least by now
She blamed it on me by now
This must be deja vu
I shouldn't even reply now
This must be because of me
I must have seen too
uncle died
I was too young to understand I never seen him cry
I'm tryna take it day by day, can I take my time
Sick of rememberin this pain got me
All because of fifty Azul
Na so the omo comot follow me
All the way from Istanbul
Woah woah woah
It's Motiv on this one
Woah woah woah
Ooh Oh
Ooh Oh
what it would have taken to keep me cool.
Maybe someday when you're by yourself alone
You'll know the love that I had for you was never my own.
no couple goals
Get up on these money goals and probably book a couple shows
But I get too distracted by these women I'm a walkin' rose
Certified
like this and I'm been ballin' since a jit
Big Swerv', but I fell like 50 Cent, I shot niggas and went legit
Two hundred thou' on my wrist, eight
day
Nobody like you ever passed my way
Maybe it must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, must be too much...
Wait a minute! is that you?
What's that?
she got way too much pride
I've been hittin' rappers baby mothers way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money, but won't pay them no mind (nah)
seen more better days
We work too much and hardly play
But I guess that's just a part of growing older
Holding on to what's left of my youth
Still don't
be talking too much made her choke on this dick
She a frog as bitch way she croak on the dick
Made the fucking money and I do it too quick
These boys
be talking too much made her choke on this dick
She a frog aas bitch way she croak on the dick
Made the fucking money and I do it too quick
These boys
still a kid but now you know now
The Innocence was for now
You sin, repent and pour out
The fears can make you bail out
If any cents was made out
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
I have so much to say
Maybe it was the way
I was raised
Till my deathbed
Thoughts in my head
Coming out full-speed straight ahead
Tryna live
a festive man
Buying ounces we don't smoke grams
Immaculate, I've got no flaws
Boy too sweet like the coleslaw
His girl not worth fifty cents
For the streets,
basic
Bury them all with the bats in the basement
Way too much thinking for this generation
My songs be stories I need my own playlist
Fuck the enemies
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