Lyrics:
Well, I'm fresh
'Cause I'm the best
And I get wild
When I'm row'
I never get passed by
'Cause I'm fly
And I'm a put you on hold
'Cause
you like the three dolla bill
They neva give you pussy
You can't tell em how you feel
Too many lies
The girls say you so lame
Talk too much and you
the fuck you talkin' that shit
Plus you talkin' too much
I'm only concerned with the paper
I touch moneys the only thing that moves me
That
an arm and a leg
Man are like "Skeppy, you're kill em dred"
Taliban stylee, we kamakaze
Too much style for the party
And if it's not a Boy Better Know
I do not wanna love you
I'm smoking backwoods woah, damn
I just got started in November now
I'm at the top fucking hoes by their race
Told that lil
Too much going on in my life so I can't go, yeah
Too much going on in my life so I can't go, no, no, no, so I can't go
Too much going on in my life
stop, by my lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie
And I never had a savior, never was a stranger
I was ridin' 'round tryna find
fuck wit feds, this an i8 (This an I ate)
BMW go so fast, pass the industry (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
I don't wanna be like them, it's too much fuckery (Too
at, I'm tryna dump
But, I'm in yo b**** in her rump
Too much, I might get numb
I could never be dissed by Sherman Klump
Like in the club, I ain't doing
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
strapped, stay strapped, stay strapped, nigga)
I don't see these fuck niggas, man, these niggas talkin' through records, man
I don't argue with niggas
in my life, it ain't that much just to leave you
I really slimed you out lil' shorty, she said "Luucky acting evil"
Aw, shoot
Aye
Aye
Y-Y-You ain't in
Feeling perfectly O.K.
Having never heard a single word
That you just chose to say
Too Much Information
Now he said man it is so weird
Weird that I should
on
They doin' too much
I was fillin' out my VIP
Can't move too much
Nigga got a little money
Hoes think it's cool to fuck
Ballin' like a Laker
Girly thought
Talkin' like you shootin' shit, boy you play too much
Type of niggas that I be around wouldn't say too much
High tolerance, I cannot match you, I'ma face
[Chorus: Jac Starling]
Fought for you too hard
Lost you after all
Guess I call too much
Profit under cost
Balance sheet to one side
Sheets empty when
couldn't stand this pain much longer)
Think I'd better let it go, let it go, baby (Whoa, oh, yeah)
Looks like another love T.K.O. (Ooh, ooh, baby)
(Oh,
couldn't stand this pain much longer)
Think I'd better let it go, let it go, baby (Whoa, oh, yeah)
Looks like another love T.K.O. (Ooh, ooh, baby)
(Oh,
much just
To sit on a plane?
Do I need to come back and then
Slap all the shit outta you
'cause you talkin' that shit on my name?
And you don't know shit
the phone
Im on some different time, damn, look at how much that I have grown
Up in the Milky Way, too far away to reach, now bitch I'm Baby Pluto
I gotta
D.K, checkin' in
You stressed 'bout these bitches and gettin' some 'gina
I'm worried by neither my guyza we nothin alike
Know how I get it, can't
ponytail
I gotta get made, I got a pocket full of lint
Too much late former rate, and I gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know
on L keep on E
Keep on rockin E
U (U-N) N (L-L-L) K-L-E....
There were too many of us
We had access to too many, uh, too much money
Too much equipment,
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