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cubie - too much lyrics

[intro]
skrt
skrt
yeah
ridin’ round the city bag on me doin’ too much, too much aye
yeah
ooh

[chorus]
ridin’ round the city bag on me doin’ too much, too much aye
talking crazy with them loose lips think he too tough, too tough aye
broke boy say he got it on him he got two bucks, two bucks aye
deep pockets and they so full they be too stuffed, too stuffed aye
ridin’ round the city bag on me doin’ too much, too much aye
talking crazy with them loose lips think he too tough, too tough aye
broke boy say he got it on him he got two bucks, two bucks aye
deep pockets and they so full they be too stuffed, too stuffed aye

[verse 1]
i do not care what they say
they just be talking yeah
pull up i swoop her away, she is not walking, aye
look at the way that i move, yeah
look at the way that i sway
i got a bag, i ran it up fast so imma just have a good day
fly guy takin’ trips in a plane
why try, you can’t get in my way
take a trip, imma hit the bahamas
loose change, that’s a couple of commas
switch it up, take a trip to the booth
charged up, you could check on the fuse
lawless, we don’t play by the rules
bossed up please don’t get it confused, no

[bridge]
act right, don’t get left up on the scene, yeah yeah
middle of the night, plottin’ tryna scheme, yeah yeah
need a milli’ and some time up on a screen, yeah yeah
got em’ waitin’, got em’ watchin’ like some fiends, yeah yeah

[verse 2]
from the start, i’ve been ice cold lets see how the dice roll
she wanna leave so i letter ’cause she was a typo
moonwalk when i flex up, i’m feelin’ like michael
i know they tight though, talk online they walkin’ a tightrope
all this cash got me wired, now i’m gettin’ flyer
i’m on the scene and i’m next up, they know i’m on fire
she say that she only talk truth, but i know she a liar
never get tired, all my thoughts so i don’t need a writer

[bridge 2]
down low and n0body would help out
see a star when i look at myself now
all hits yeah, i won’t put the belt down
too heat, i think i might have a meltdown

[verse 3]
need it now want it all to myself
big champ, i need all of the belts
grind hard ’cause i know how it felt
made moves, with the cards i was dealt, aye
i got a lot on my shoulders
weight that’s too heavy to move
then i got married to money, yeah
i had the wedding approved, yeah
i don’t need none of these dudes, aye
they can not walk in my shoes
too worried ’bout me, aye
why they be stalkin’ my views
they tryna watch my pockets
they wanna stop my profit
say that they all the plug, ’till they get ripped outta socket
oh my i’m sorry, i know the truth hurt
say they out this world, but you gotta hit the roof first
and my momma need a new purse
hit the stu and make a new verse
wrote a letter sent it to her
told her they could never move us

[outro]
ridin’ round the city bag on me doin’ too much, too much aye
talking crazy with them loose lips think he too tough, too tough aye
broke boy say he got it on him he got two bucks, two bucks aye
deep pockets and they so full they be too stuffed, too stuffed aye
ridin’ round the city bag on me doin’ too much, too much aye
talking crazy with them loose lips think he too tough, too tough aye
broke boy say he got it on him he got two bucks, two bucks aye
deep pockets and they so full they be too stuffed, too stuffed aye

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