Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Much, artist - Saucy Santana.
Date of issue: 15.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Too Much |
I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up |
Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched |
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust |
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much |
Bitch you running yo gums, too much |
And I like my funds, too much |
Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much |
They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much |
Uh, hoe you feeling tough then at me |
Bank on slam dunk ballin' like an athlete |
Bitch you a maid, you a lame, you a maddy |
Hoe you done drunk too much, you getting aggy |
Walk in the club, kill the scene, I’m a baddie |
Drip got a whole bitch gang lookin' tacky |
Got so many niggas I ain’t tryna meet ya mammy |
Make ya baby daddy miss time with his family |
These hoes foldin' and scrollin' |
These bitches eyes is rollin' |
You hoes sleep as hell, it’s giving melatonin |
Yeah, I’m the baddest bitch, ain’t got no opponent |
I gave you 60 seconds, you done had ya moment |
Ricky on my feet, pussy on a lake |
Gasping for air, begging for a break |
Dinner being served, gon' make your plate |
And if a bitch want beef, then I’m handing out steak |
I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up |
Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched |
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust |
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much |
Bitch you running yo gums, too much |
And I like my funds, too much |
Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much |
They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much |
I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up |
Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched |
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust |
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much |
Bitch you running yo gums, too much |
And I like my funds, too much |
Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much |
They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much |
You niggas rap bout the sauce that I been had |
I was paid 'fore rap, that’s a big bag |
Yeah, bitch I’m it, but I don’t play tag |
And we don’t suck no dick for no handbag (Nah) |
Eat your favorite rapper, I could be the Pac-Man |
Eat your favorite trapper, I could be the sack man |
Gone pledge Kappa, cause you bitches steady cappin' |
Crunchin' on you hoes, you can call me the captain |
Yo rent cost my shoes |
You cannot skip to my lou (To my lou) |
Don’t stress how I do, I do me, do you |
You know poppin' bottles ain’t a damn thang (Nah) |
I got the hot sauce for my lemon pepper wangs |
Bitch I kicked the door in, ain’t have to pull strangs |
Yeah, I been the champ, I need six rangs |
I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up |
Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched |
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust |
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much |
Bitch you running yo gums, too much |
And I like my funds, too much |
Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much |
They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much |
I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up |
Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched |
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust |
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much |
Bitch you running yo gums, too much |
And I like my funds, too much |
Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much |
They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much |