Lyrics:
touch, this style is too much
It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch
Any nigga or niggarette
Get burned to the brimecell like
Body
Hog Body hit ya in ya heart and body
Off a flat I'ma catch a homicide
Too much stress I might catch a heart attack
Defense, I'ma catch the Quarter
My big day, it was the biggest day of my life.
It was the summit of my long career,
But I felt so down, and I drank too much beer,
And my
and it took me by surprise
Now I know I'll never ever be the same
I had one kiss too many should've never close my eyes
'Cause I know that you were only
a gat, big juicy fat cock
She thought that she was too much for me to deal with
Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel bitch
You can't deal with this dick
an animal leavin' a muddy trail,
Real dirty face and a curly tail.
He wasn't too small and he wasn't too big.
"Ah, think I'll call it a pig."
Man gave
went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slatt
(Too much) too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers
We tuckin'
resort to insanity
Head bang on the glass, call it window pain
Jumping out the window tryna’ get my frame through the frame
Close range; when he point,
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
Well, he feels like an elephant
Shakin' his big grey trunk for the hell of it
He knows that you're dreamin' about being loved by him
Too bad your
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
We could go to the moon in a great big boat
Build a castle by playing 'Pretend'
We might even explore with the big dinosaur
Or make rainbows that never
Bang bang
Bang bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang bang
Bang bang
It's not fair that you
Get to walk around
With your head up high
And your
I know I'm still young
But I know how I feel
I might not have too much experience
But I know when love is real
By the way my heart starts
I been drinkin' and smokin' too much, that shit damages
Gimme a lot, I can do it myself, I can manage it
Two Xans, I gotta leave, and you know how
morning song by a just got baptized singer
I been away too long, somebody take me home
I need a glass of sweet sun tea brewed out in the backyard
I wanna
Philly (Philly)
My life ain't silly I woke up and then made a millie
TLC mean too much lettuce cheese, my bitch look like Chili
No I'm never stuck,
of trouble
In the big scheme and everything
The world's got too much yang
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
And you see much better than I see
And you know all that I'm thinking
To define or redefine too slow
And it seems all that I'm sinking
Running
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
got too much in common
Except that we're so much alike
And I hate it for though
You're a big part of me
But our time is passing us by
So I can sit here
Standin by the bar
See every time ying yang catch a vibe
They say we too hype, beg us too be quiet
Thats all good if we was in a church
But niggas be
the bird)
Do the fly (do the fly)
Come on, gang, you know, by by by, oh yeah
Do the bang, yeah, you can't miss
Everybody, yeah, it goes like this
You
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