Lyrics 2 Much - Taylor Bennett, King Louie

2 Much

Too much pretty ARI\nI’m riding round pretty\nI’m in your city, looking saditty\nGot the bad bitches, with me, with me, with me\nGot the bad bitches with me, with me\nGot your nigga with me\nHe spend that cash, we doing the dash\nHe gone crash, off the ex, he my next fuck my ex\nI’m the best, I’m too much you hoes not enough\nFuck that nigga, I’m calling his bluff, bluff go\nI got my own cash, I got my own racks\nWe at Saks, I got my own cash, I got my own racks\nYou know I’m spending bands\nYou know I’m doing the dance, you know I’m shaking my ass\nPop it, pop it this shit don’t stop, pop it\nPop it, you know I’m gone pop\nPop it, pop it, this shit don’t stop, pop it\nPop it, you know I’m gone pop, pop my shit\nI’m that bitch, too legit\nI can’t quit\nI be lit niggas clowns, getting that it\nI’m a dog getting that pit, you ain’t gang, who you with\nCant be dolo got my stick, (Shhh), in my clip\nPress button, start my whip\nTake my picture, how I look?\nWe didn’t go out, she can cook, folks nem stain gang, I be with crooks\nYou should leave, don’t get took off the shits in here stuck\nAye lil bitch make me nut\nIf they want smoke roll it up, we talking juking hold me up\nShorty dance how she fuck, hold me up\nPop it, pop it this shit don’t stop\nPop it, pop it you know I’m gone pop\nPop it, pop it this shit don’t stop, pop it\nPop it, you know I’m gone pop\nCopped me tessy so she can’t impress me\nI got a new message say «ungh huh»\nShe wanna fuck the skrilla that feeling, you feel me? she feel it «ungh huh»\nI was in a set back now I just sit back what is that a jet pack? ungh huh"\nCan I cop That Whip «ungh huh»\nCan I Hit That shit «ungh huh»\nIs The coupe a Ship «ungh huh»\nAre You catching the Drip «ungh huh»\nI’m high than a bitch «ungh huh»\nI’m not off a pilly my bitch look Brazilian im smoking a zip of that «ungh Huh»\nOutside with the «Ungh hums»\nHit’cho ass with the «ungh huh»\nI get the feeling that niggas really be intelligent when they be talking that\nsilly shit\nRappers more lucky then dealers they just dealing dope in a whole other industry\nI had to sit on that mentally like I was calling a penalty, penitentiaries for\ncenturies\nWhat could they do to eventually censor me nothing «ungh Huh»\nNaw I get it bussing\nTurn the office to a mosh pit\nYo bitch gave me nigga like a ostrich\nI want the cash no deposits\nChampagne the masi\nI want the color of clicquot\nI cannot seal and deal it, I hold up a milli like Diddy\nThe sky is the limit they dig it im jiggy like Jigga but fuck it I’m Realer\nSecurity clarity barely bare with me, bitch I will burry You\nThen I Burberry me\nWe on the block speaking in Cherokee\nAmerican parody’s\nMade Me this way I’m so arrogant\nCatching the vapors with turbulence\nThis is a 3 minute tournament\nI got the block wit me, Glock on me\nShop with me properly\nI’ll get ya high as astrology\nSlide on ya hood no apologies\nSwitch on the blicky its pretty like Ricky\nThis shit could get sticky and Icky\nYou screaming out Ricky\nI’m really gone pick me a nigga\nLike back when the auctions was hitting\nYo Granny know bout it admit it\nNow I’m independent in the business\nGiving out percentage not a part of business\nWe was running Blocks just like a politician\nPockets itching you the opposition\nAnd Its good precision\nThey ain’t on commission, they just on a mission\nReal talk cause they fuck with niggas\nYou real boss when You run ya business\nChicago… 773 / 312 You know what we do.\nEast side Crazy man, born and raised\nWhen you hear my name\nYou know what the fuck going on, you better shake that ass bitch\nWigs, hair, lashes, glasses, all that own deck holler at me\nToo much, too much, they know I’m too much\nThe greatest to ever do this shit by the way\nChicago!