Lyrics:
It's too much room (It's scandalous)
Too much, too much room babe, babe
There's too much room up in here
Put your hand a little closer babe
So you
money boy get drop kicked
Live and die by the grind my time to shine I’m not stopping
Yeah I’m busy with that hustle boy I’m plotting
Yeah I’m busy
am I doing too much?
See you got me all alone
Waiting right here by the phone
For you to call me
Just to hear your voice tone
I keep on wonderin'
If
to act funny
She's got Gazelle and a b-bag too
Fly girl, I want to be with you
You're not the prettiest thing girl, but that's okay
Your painted-on
wanna stick shift
I don't want too much
Thinking bout all the shit I want is an overload
To be real, if there's only one thing
I just really want to tell
breaking these walls
Girl, we building trust
If it's too much then let me know
These feelings I have I can't control
I love too hard to be letting you go
I
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
loud when yuh calling to me
Bring it to me bring it to me
I can hear your body talk
Baby your body saying too much eh
Oh say what
Baby come beat this
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
Prayer
Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
Prayer
Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
the whole world know
Here comes the Prince Po with another funky intro
Something to parlay with and ease the mental
Our instrumentals are too much for
Gonna need a drink
Did you ever meet a girl and she seems real nice
Real nice yeah, like sugar and spice
I held her by the hand and I kissed her once
crown
Hotel sex we gon' check in the lounge
Got too much bars I'm running out of nouns
Kill streak on the opps make em' run out of town
Big GMG,
Too late, too late, too late, too late
London boys are gazing as the girls go hand in hand
With a pocket full of innocence, their entrance is grand
Too late, too late, too late, too late
London boys are gazing as the girls go hand in hand
With a pocket full of innocence, their entrance is grand
my Way
Condo Chiefin Kush by the Lake
Give me one reason to drip on a Lame
(Yeah) There's Too much dough to be made
Cant let These Hoes get in my
know say E.C.O me I love you longtime yeah
And pretty baby girl you know you too fine
Anybody wey envy you wetin be their concern
Girl I heart, what you
that you want me too
(Having you by my side)
Let's make this thing last forever Girl!
I'm gonna love you forever girl
(And ever and ever and ever)
I'm
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
shere
Mo shey mejo o she ye o
She dey do like ice spice with the cat walk
Omo yen tobi mio le Katan
Say my thing stand by Kole je tan
Tinba fun doggy oma
Love you too much yea
Hope that I'll win
Girl if looks could kill
It ain't a big deal
Don't know if I'm alive
I'm already dead yea
Confess on my death
yeah
She wanna much, no spice, yeah
Run it up, fuck the price, yeah
Shawty wanna be my wife cause I got bread
Baby girl what the price ion' care
Pouring
pushing these bars like its my last set
24/7 I been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7
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