| Bag up the zippy, I’m going hippy
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| The dope is so butter, it’s Jiffy
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| I got here quickly so now I’m gon' be here til 2050
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| So please don’t fuck with me, I’m high
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| The streets full of snakes
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| Gotta move through them swiftly
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| Most people are sheeps
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| And for that reason there, I am forever trippy
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| Back to work then I’m out the house
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| Counted out so many times, couldn’t count the doubt
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| Got two bad bitches giving mouth to mouth
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| I’m feeling like the hottest rapper ever out the South
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| Like Wayne, Trae, Pimp C, without the clout
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| I’ma serve the whole city, pull 'em out the drought
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| They never on, when they out, they out
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| They talking like what they 'bout, they 'bout
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| They really lost, they without the route
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| Always doing too much
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| Bitches in the city always tryna pursue us
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| I just poured a hunnid dollar lean inside of two cups
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| Fuck the other side, know somebody wanna shoot us
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| We don’t be with broke boys who ain’t ever knew us
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| We ain’t out beefing with the broke boys
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| I just pulled up in a Rolls Royce
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| Birdman gave me no choice
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| Smoke one, let these hoes rotate like the wheel
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| I’m so high, I ain’t ever coming down off the hill
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| I don’t touch the lean 'less I bust that bitch out the seal
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| I just fucked two hoes, I don’t give a fuck how they feel
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| Swear I never call too much
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| My homie on the pill doing too much
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| We at the trap house moving too much
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| Bitches on my phone always doing too much
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| Those who got the most to say never really do much
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| I swear they doing too much
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| Yeah, somebody run the city, I’m like, «Who us?»
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| When it come to the weed, to the money, to the pussy
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| I could never have too much
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| Left out the crib then came back in a Bentley
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| Bad bitches tempt me
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| Second I give in, she know I ain’t fucking her gently
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| Devilish smile, but got the voice of an angel
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| I don’t know who sent me
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| Looked in my closet
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| I’m thinking 'bout swapping all the shit I got for Givenchy
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| Live by the code, I’m da Vinci
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| Stay with the blade on me, think that I’m Kenshin
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| Pop me a shroom, now I’m jumping dimensions
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| Got these hoes all in my mentions, may be a mile from inches
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| Pouring up the Hennessy
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| I don’t need no one to tell me that’s the remedy
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| Some of these rappers really not who they pretend to be
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| Don’t need to meet 'em, feel it all in they energy
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| I can see the signs, man, it’s all in assembly
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| Hit the homie Plies and we draw on the enemy
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| I ain’t got the time, I’m tryin' to stall what is meant to be
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| Every time I drop it’s like the song of the century
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| Talking 'bout the greatest and you flawed not to mention me
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| Fuck it though, we ain’t out beefing with the broke boys
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| I’ma pull up in a Rolls Royce
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| Birdman gave me no choice
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| Black Sheep fucking 2
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| Yeah, we ain’t doing none of that fake shit no more
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| No more fake chains, no more fake rappers
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| No more fake money, fake relationships
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| Just us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Too Much , by - Caskey. Song from the album Black Sheep 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп