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chop - too many lyrics

[hook]
if you wanna fight, it ain’t me
i’m tryna get drunk ’till i can’t see
shawty wanna ride, she like me
i’m probably gonna give her that d
cause there’s too many b-tches to worry ’bout a n-gga
and all ’em buzzin’ off the liquor
cause there’s too many b-tches to worry ’bout a n-gga
and all ’em buzzin’ off the liquor

[verse 1]
money in my pocket, picking out the options
drinkin’ all this liquor ’till a n-gga lose his conscious
shawty said she want me since she saw me at my concert
took her to the lexus, i’m looking for my condoms
there’s too many hoes to be thinkin’ ’bout a fight
but if you wanna throw a punch, you better hit me with a right
your -ss’ll get stomped out, motherf-ckin’ chalked out
love her but it really ain’t nothing to go the wrong route
i’m tryna palm that, tryna get up on that
shawty threw her back like she was rippin’ up a contract
the whole club full of broads and they all bad
but n-ggas worried ’bout each other like they all f-g

[hook]

[verse 2]
i’m tryna get some twerk, bound to get to work
put my hand up on her belly while she grind up on my shirt
i move my hands lower, she replying with a smirk
baby, bust it wide open, i ain’t tryna do no jerk
mrs. swing-that-lumber, i’mma hit you and your momma
and we ain’t making love, cause i never been a sucka
i knew just what you wanted, got a pocket full of rubbers
i’m just tryna bust a nut, i don’t really wantcha number
but n-ggas always starin’ like they really feel embarr-ssed
grown men scared of p-ssy, n-gga softer than some (?)
n-gga can’t even fight, always (?)
if you ain’t gon’ throw no punch, get the f-ck up out my section

[hook]

[verse 3]
hate me if you wanna, bet i’m liver than a b-tch
and i bet i got a girl that be down to make a fl!ck
try to get up in my biz, all you do is run your lips
actin’ hard for these girls like you really ’bout that sh-t
don’t even get it twisted, cause a n-gga love to rumble
but i’m sittin’ with these dimes, so tonight i’m tryna humble
got somethin’ in the trunk that’ll make you n-ggas tumble
and sh-t’s a 50 cal, it’ll turn you to a tunnel
all these women and got all these haters
i’m just a young n-gga making all this paper
“who you finna try?” uh, shut it up, faker
you can run your mouth while i’m scheming on a banger

[hook]

[outro]
there’s too many, uh, there’s too many

- chop lyrics

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