Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Much, artist - Rah Swish.
Date of issue: 09.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Too Much |
Nine shots in a Ruger |
I step on court, they like watch the fuckin shooter |
(you niggas better structure the fuck up) |
Them niggas talkin too much |
I’m tryna off em too much |
They said I be flossin too much |
I be with bosses too much |
Royce got a coffin too much |
I get it often too much |
She wanna pause shit too much |
Them niggas frauding too much |
Too much |
Too much |
I get to spazzin too much |
I’m with the action too much |
I keep a ratchet too much |
I be in traffic too much |
Percocet habits too much |
I make it happen too much |
I’m changing my name to too much |
Glock got a beamer, ruler |
I be with lifters, movers |
Givin em thirty, Luka |
Ready for war then suit up |
I got a treesh she too much |
I never eated school lunch |
But she good with the kids, school bus |
In and outta the state cause I been moving hot |
I might catch em and trip out to Cancun |
Watch em twirl and drop, I don’t know if the nigga got shot |
Or he bussin a dance move |
Make him wild out on woo |
I got the juice |
She do her thing on the dance floor |
No this ain’t nothin new |
You know the rules, girl what you still got on pants for |
Get money, top dollar the motivation |
Got this bitch on her heels like she rollerblading |
I’m outside every day, still got it on me |
Moving like I don’t got open cases |
Baby you gotta dip ain’t no overstaying |
She get cab and get dick, but get no relations |
Pull a scar when he bluffing, he poker facing |
Last nigga got hit and wrote a statement |
I gotta have it, I swear I’m feening to blast it |
For any fuck niggas that chattin |
Boy why you lackin |
Bitch watch the gang what I’m jackin |
Fanny pack not for the fashion, nigga I’m mackin |
Big 38 in the jacket, that’s what I pick for the action |
If I yell out 'what's crackin', demon gon hop out and splash him |
He sending bullets like madden |
My niggas raising the murder rate |
She get shot in her face if she jack what he jackin |
My niggas scorin like Golden State, I know that boy mad that we caught him |
lackin |
We sent him right up the interface, go search up my chargers you see what happen |
We turnt that boy to a dinner plate, after I fuck her I gotta skate |
I swear she told me I’m the best, she told me go deeper my foot on her neck |
I’m pulling her hair through the sex, I nut in her mouth I can’t make a mess |
She heard a nigga up next, but I’m still in the hood finessin these checks |
The opps know that I’m a threat, so they ducking that action ain’t tryna be |
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