| Too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many these niggas be snitching, stay out of my business
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| It’s too many, too many these bitches, I don’t know which one I should pick
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| It’s too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many these, you should see that I walk with a bank roll
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| Too many these bitches, I can’t link with one of you stank hoes
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too much of this money, too much designer
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| Must I remind you? |
| Ho, mob, big-timer
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| Too many xans, too many perks
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| Too many unis, you know we got work
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| Too many spots, too many sticks
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| Too many holes in the wall, clubs banging this time
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| I’m overturned, styling just like a mobster
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| So I rocked the latest fashion, plus these
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| Giuseppes and shit, I’m feeling brazy
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| Too many these shoes, too many rollies, baby
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| Don’t get this shit twisted, section 8, we got plenty
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| To the SK’s and FNs, too many
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| Too many these niggas be snitching, stay out of my business
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| It’s too many, too many these bitches, I don’t know which one I should pick
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| It’s too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many these, you should see that I walk with a bank roll
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| Too many these bitches, I can’t link with one of you stank hoes
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many choppers, too many tools
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| Too many busters, I don’t rock with you fools
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| Too many niggas be on the d-low
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| But too many niggas fucking my ho
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| So I had to let go
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| Capped a four-four, it be too many hunnits
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| Talking bout Troub, I don’t give zero fucks
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| And you probably had time 'cuz you got zero bucks
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| Serving what they smoking, too many blunts
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| If you try Trouble, just watch how he stunt
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| I was on, with lean in my punch
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| I got too many ounces, don’t fuck with you cuz
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| Too many p, too many packs
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| Breaking on down,
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| Sosa say give 'em bout fifty, here
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| Take 'em, and serve 'em, and take it and bring it right back (Did you get that,
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| doe?)
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| Too many diamonds, bitch I be shining
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| Too many Gucci belts, sluts like Hugh Hefner
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| Too many stripes, bitch I’m a zebra
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| These hoes out here, come follow the leader
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| Too many these niggas be snitching, stay out of my business
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| It’s too many, too many these bitches, I don’t know which one I should pick
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| It’s too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many these, you should see that I walk with a bank roll
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| Too many these bitches, I can’t link with one of you stank hoes
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many youngins, too many sticks
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| Ready to pull and stomp 'em
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| 100 round go crazy, hoping these pussies gone run
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| We street, they twisting they finger
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| Too many shooters, too many anger
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| Too many pistols, too many scraps in the club
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| Too many Robins, too many J’s
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| I kill 'em, ain’t rocking no True
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| Quicker than a, too many goons
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| And none of these pussies gonna shoot
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| Too many free, too many hungry
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| Playing with Trouble I’m shooting 100
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| 200 more, me and VL, that is 300
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| But we ain’t 300, I’m taking
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| I’m taking, I’m taking, I’m taking, I’m taking
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| I see Versace, I’m whipping out
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| My youngins gone go in on they pockets
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| Too many mollies, too many
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| Too many snitches, they part of a hobby
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| Moment of silence, rest in peace fuck nigga
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| Pull up on niggas, we wilding
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| Too many these niggas be snitching, stay out of my business
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| It’s too many, too many these bitches, I don’t know which one I should pick
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| It’s too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many these, you should see that I walk with a bank roll
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| Too many these bitches, I can’t link with one of you stank hoes
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many
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| Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many |