Lyrics:
Cadillac Break Down, It's Too Much
I Will Shock Your Mind In A New Star Stutz
And If A Stutz Break Down, I Make Another Choice
I Will Dull My Grill In A New
bang blue (Blue)
Some of my niggas bang red (Bang red)
My diamonds two tone
Le-Leave me by my lone yeah
Now you tryna see what I'm on
Get the fuck up out
flexing too much, half of they bitches be all on my nuts.
I go ape shit for this cash, yet I feel like it’s never enough.
Every day I’m filling up a bag,
you're fluffy and you know it
Say, one gyal, two gyal, three gyal, buss it up
One gyal, two gyal, three gyal, buss it up
Four gyal, five gyal, too much
inviting to me, yeah
Fresh as the summer breeze
She'll take you by surprise
She means so much to me
I'll do whatever
To make her mine
Have some
Wu-Tang forever
Who rhyme better?
We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever
R.I.P. O.D.B
Comin' through like Killa Bee
Ever since I heard
I got a little farm and it's mostly rock it
Ain't too much but it's all I got
Bluebirds singing in the evergreen
Trees in Watertown Tennessee
Hey
dreamer
If you feel me put yo hands in the sky
Yea, P-V-S glistening
Never had a pot to piss in
Too much dope for competition
Why would I want
fuckin' pants big
Because our mothers were too poor
To buy our size
So they had to buy two or three sizes up
Call it what it is nigga: poverty
It's fuckin'
me you scared just don't look down
Oh yah
Oh yah
Night shows
Night shows
Only with the crowd that's where I go
Back that ass up too much woah woah
See
Bendin' corners up and down wayside,
From greens road to that Antoine drive,
Crew on da side playin' N-B-A live,
I'm too cool for school ridin'
yours
Oh, I'll always be yours
Yeah, yeah
Chicago, thank you so much for hosting us tonight
Right here by the lake
Yeah, yeah
more stresse
Wearin' a vest, hopin' that they're aimin' at my chest
Much too young to bite the bullet, hand on the trigga
I see my life before my eyes
what ya momma gave ya
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
I said dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too
They sent lil Leeky up that creek, too much shit, I can't handle
He got a picture on Facebook with Dickie fits and camo
Tune cock it back and let it
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
brain is hangin out, drippin on the beat again
Yin and yang, big bang, thats a vibe, i believe in it
Said no way, its happening
Im writin tunes so haunted
that too much for me to ask for
If I'm paying 100 big ones a day
I wake up and what is this?
Free continental breakfast
I will tell the truth
These are
is nodding out
Because I'm fucking with too much stuff
Listen up you punk - punk
Got trouble bout to erupt
Shit's about to go down
Cause I'm on that
it smothered (me too)
Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)
I'm too much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
And we drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
And my dreams are never adding up I'm losing too much sleep
Sitting up
Try to cope
With the many past me's
Wait,
You a god
How you doing
Are you not
I'm
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
Person she attaches to
Trust she'll say it's all natural
She got some plastic too
Hit a bong, say pass that
I'm tryna get high too
It's not much left, you
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