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doe b - 2 many lyrics

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[intro: doe b]
karltin
yeah, cut the beat up in my ear, just the music
ain’t never too much music, feel that sh-t
uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah

[hook: doe b]
i got too many hoes, i got too many foes
too many fake -ss friends, these n-ggas all clones
i got too many shows, i’m always on the road
i got on too much ice, that’s why my heart so cold
i got too many problems, that ain’t gon let it stop me
ain’t worried bout no n-ggas, i got too many choppas
ain’t worried bout no b-tches, i got too many options
and money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money

[verse 1: doe b]
nah ain’t never too much paper, ain’t never too much paper
that white man my best friend, can’t never call me racist
never too many haters, i need my motivation
ain’t never too much swag dawg, never too much flavor
i got on too much ice, that’s probably why they hate me
my chain fa ya life, this for you so called takers
i keep that b-tch off safety, too many n-ggas flaky
these n-ggas all clones dawg, too many n-ggas fakin’
and most these n-ggas basic, i’m extraordinary
them pradas, got no laces, my watch and charm canary
and i’m a living legend, real talk i should have been buried
aye, i’ve been through it all dawg, the streets say i’m the realest

[hook: doe b]
i got too many hoes, i got too many foes
too many fake -ss friends, these n-ggas all clones
i got too many shows, i’m always on the road
i got on too much ice, that’s why my heart so cold
i got too many problems, that ain’t gon let it stop me
ain’t worried bout no n-ggas, i got too many choppas
ain’t worried bout no b-tches, i got too many options
and money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
ridin’ round with them shooters, rich n-ggas smoke cubans
fake n-gga talk about it, real n-gga go through it
we gon shoot this movie, i got a starting role, so you know me
i turnt up in alabama, it’s rich homies and doe b
and we fo’ deep, ridin’ around, buckin’ on the city police
i’m ballin on ’em cost ballin’ on ’em
ya bih wanna f-ck me for no reason
get chopped and screwed like oh n-gga
h-ll nah, b-tch i don’t know
should’ve learned yo lesson, i ain’t been connected
yea better call them phone people
and all this sh-t i do, i swear i do for you
them shows on the road get old, need a girl i can come home to
and i ain’t playin shawty, cause i do this on the regular
no free time, full schedule

[hook: doe b]
i got too many hoes, i got too many foes
too many fake -ss friends, these n-ggas all clones
i got too many shows, i’m always on the road
i got on too much ice, that’s why my heart so cold
i got too many problems, that ain’t gon let it stop me
ain’t worried bout no n-ggas, i got too many choppas
ain’t worried bout no b-tches, i got too many options
and money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money



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