Lyrics:
Ahh rum pum pum do waa
There's so much syndrome, baby (there's so much syndrome, baby)
When all the smiles are out of town
You're going round
to pound on some
She got nice titties (nice titties), long weave kinda pretty
She turned around ,damn ,too much booty in the pass
I told her shake that
the main attraction
Lamborghini fast and I'm too tall for that shit
I tried to get in, I had to crawl in that bitch
But they 'bout to make a truck so I'ma
the main attraction
Lamborghini fast and I'm too tall for that shit
I tried to get in, I had to crawl in that bitch
But they 'bout to make a truck so I'ma
don't like to fuss now, hit em with the MAC
I call her a buss down, I know she a nat
I just need a crush now, been sipping on act
I don't do too much, I'm
you need to do the math
I loved you as much as Pikachu loved Ash
I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon
I think
a
Tale he tells,
Much too tall to be atall worth
Respecting.
Gringo Papi is tough as nails,
Yet his diction's riddled
With Epic fails.
Fateful winds
cut short
Your dreams turn to horror
If I were you, if you were me
I couldn't take this much longer
Your mind is like a housefire that you can't put
compete
Mr whippy got me geeked
Too much baddies in the beach
All my dogs they be on leash
Too much baddies in the beach
Oh no you can't compete
I
Going down like venom
All your sharp words
Cut it out, 'cause it's hurting
Getting worse
I'm dying to hate you
Can't leave but I want to
Too much
down, I send you the location (Location)
If you down, I send you the location (Location)
The mamas is too much
Guala is too much (Much)
Stylin' is too
Picket fences and a little one
Fly nigga with a bankroll
Educated but still know how to kill something
Is that too much to ask?
Do I want too much too fast
guys
I told you before, you can't really see
Because I can tell you now
They don't look likeguys because
Too much adrenal in your system
You look like
I'm on my grind
Too much on my mind i shouldn't loose
Do not disturb don't hit up my phone
Don't kill my vibe and don't kill my mood
Pas de syndrome
right up on me
And my nipple rings don't bother me too much
But when I hit those big speed bumps
My darling little rhinestone pumps
Keep slippin'
Testify on this track (Track, track, track, track)
You know the way, man, fsk (Fsk, fsk, fsk, fsk)
Voice brings too much pain (Pain, pain, pain, pain)
Load
too much
and now, well, summers here, watch out
Ooh that dress so small for you
looks like you put on another pound or two
see you shakin' that thing
too much, he'd sing it all
I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off
If my truck could talk
Those two headlights, looked in her eyes, how she danced
track)
You know the way, man, fsk (Fsk, fsk, fsk, fsk)
Voice brings too much pain (Pain, pain, pain, pain)
Load a Choppa, make it rain (Rain, rain, rain,
the money get a rush, G wagon new truck
Am I asking for too much
If I love you stay in touch you the one that I can trust
Am I asking for too much
Count
I've been the type to ever act tough
But see my crew run in silence
I got more power than a Mack Truck
And busting through like I ought to
Too blessed
to ask yourself
is if you will or won't and I don't like that question
cuz it don't leave room for the grey
it won't leave you too much room for you to get
the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get
the dash in a Bentley truck
You cannot fuck with me
I got too much power
I feel like I'm Jack-Jack
Came from the school of rock, but no
I'm not talkin'
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