Lyrics:
(Close!)
So very, very close! (Close!)
Aaw, baby, you're close! (Close!)
So close!
But no cigar!
Missed it by that much! (No cigar!)
Ah, yeah! Ah, right!
on you hoes
I know you loved it didn't
You started telling your girl
Man i could of been in it
But you a fuck nigguh
Nigguhs don't fuck with you nigguh
You
Shit got real bad while I hit the booze
Drank too much til she get it loose
Take a real five and make no excuse
Topping out the guns how we topping
and flipped them quick
And Reupped on the next pack then
Sold it all in 90 minutes thumbing through the back end
Run this like GTA
I got by myself
I'm too
arms
Hear us, too much pain on earth
No place to store with, we drown or burning
Six by ten prison cells we've earned
Occasionally there would be one who
my dawg
Young nigga poppin Domado but dat's that Shit I don't do dawg (no)
Pass that kush I'm blowing smoke
Got too much smoke I can't see Y'all
Off
Had the groove
So in tune wit it
I don't want that
Fake love
This more just than just loving
Too much on my mind
I need you by my side
I put that
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you
I, I
Feel like you're by my side
Laying upside down
Girl let's pour a glass
took off
And got pulled over by a cop
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You
took off
And got pulled over by a cop
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You
you know i'm coming right back
Ten toes on it whatever you think
Drip keep coming I pray you don't sink
Calm down love you've had too much to drink
Her
blem
Make you put the blames on me
Amma make it rain on a sunny day
I play too much, I no bore your day
Naughty boy, me I no geti any shame
Make it rain
always gotta be clever
Me and my bro’s 4 L that’s ever
Been done through the worst but my bitch don’t tell her
I don’t like talking too much complications
Them niggas stay hating i could never be like you
Say he got hands I could fight too
That boy say he a shooter
Young man we got pipes too
Pray that we
Captain Morgan
I’m living in the moment
Ooh ooh baby tell me what it do
Ooh ooh give me some 1942
Heyyy.. spice it up, spice it up
They say I drink too much
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
I got too much love to give
But
You say you're with it
Yea
I got too much love to give
Girl
You say you're with it
But
I see
you ah go put inna yuh womb girl? Before you can call yuh self Queen too
All dis oral fixation you like to talk about
How much man you ah go call yuh
wood you ah go put inna yuh womb girl? Before you can call yuh self Queen too
All dis oral fixation you like to talk about
How much man you ah go call
love you (Yes I do), And I know that if you love me too
Girl, What a wonderful world... What a wonderful world this would be
Don't know much about
Now you're up too
Girls gave me they heart and I fumbled
You have your heart to niggas and it crumbled
What has this come to
I know I can trust you
Who
care
We got glocks please be beware
I'm at the top and you can't come here
He heard too much had to cut off his ears
Balling too hard man i feel like
like they on a bus
You gon needa gauntlet to get rid of us
If you love me then get in the car
I don’t gain much by trollin a star
All a n***a know that
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