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Baby Smoove

Too Much

 

Too Much

(album: Flawless - 2019)


Yeah, that's too much
Yeah, too much
Think about my ends too much
Think about my feelings too much
Fuck, think I keep giving too much
Hey, what's up bro

I've been catching vibes from different people
These niggas fucked up when they thought I was gon' need them
Tell that ho I got the dough, I don't need her
I'm trying to run a million just to keep it
I'ma try this shit worse than I need her
How you balling when you're chilling on the bleachers?
You wouldn't believe me when I said I didn't need you
Get some money by my side, I ain't leaving
(SB Bangs)

Think about my ends too much
I think I'm gonna fail too much, what the fuck?
I think about them tears too much
I think I keep it real too much
These niggas thought I was a bluff
Ain't got no problems, never roll it up
I ain't got no problems when I pop it up
Behind that they don't even know it's us

Don't want your bullshit, never put it up
I just caught a package right before lunch
Take a trip to J Alley's just for lunch
I know you seen that lounge check out on one
When I'm driving I never pour one
Of course I don't have the pills when I'm drumming
This is real life, I ain't really worth the fronting
Don't really care enough to love this bitch in public

My bitch know I'm ghetto and she love it
I got my crips out there making real money
But you were lying, she gon' make you pay to touch it
Bring some bones back from Cali just to smoke it
I don't believe in the people who wrote it
Dressed in the 3s, bitch we loaded
You ain't married for the money, you gon' blow it
She trying fuck but I'ma have to leave a notice

I've been catching vibes from different people
These niggas fucked up when they thought I was gon' need them
Tell that ho I got the dough, I don't need her
I'm trying to run a million just to keep it
I'ma try this shit worse than I need her
How you balling when you're chilling on the bleachers?
You wouldn't believe me when I said that I didn't need you
Get some money by my side, I ain't leaving

Think about my ends too much
I think I'm gonna fail too much, what the fuck
I think about them tears too much
I think I keep it real too much
These niggas thought I was a bluff
Ain't got no problems, never roll it up
Na, I ain't got no problems when I pop it up
Behind that they don't even know it's us

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