majorleaguesounds - too much lyrics
intro
you know we always flexin’ man
they say we do too much
but we dont really give no f-ck
we just do too much
majorleague sh-t hoe, ya digg
on major, get paper
hook
i got too much guap on me
got that glock with me
i got freaky b-tches
they just wanna pop a p (hey)
spikes all on my shoe designer on me feet (hey)
too much ammunition dont run up on me
i got too much guap on me
got that glock with me
i got freaky b-tches
they just wanna pop a p (hey)
spikes all on my shoe designer on me feet (hey)
too much ammunition dont run up on me
trill
i got one plus one styrofoam n-gg- thats two
might just f-ck ya b-tch & throw some money see just what she do
while these f-ck n-gg-s they talkin sh-t we bussin’ at you fool
yeah they say that im a problem child so imma break the rules
im gone win and you gone lose
hop up in a bentley coupe
double r stars in the roof
pop one percy i want two
ain no stopping overal
imma shine and imma ball
diamonds drippin whats the cost
young n-gg- just be a boss
hook
i got too much guap on me
got that glock with me
i got freaky b-tches
they just wanna pop a p (hey)
spikes all on my shoe designer on me feet (hey)
too much ammunition dont run up on me
i got too much guap on me
got that glock with me
i got freaky b-tches
they just wanna pop a p (hey)
spikes all on my shoe designer on me feet (hey)
too much ammunition dont run up on me
jfrank
dont run up on me
got that glock on me
got one in the head, you might get shot homie
f-ckin that bit’ going ham
trill that my n-gg- my fam
she just be sippin the syrup
and i just be smokin the grams
i swea that my team ain gone lose
you might end up on the news
i painted all over her tooth
in la im droppin the roof
f-ck where you at throw it up
i just got blessed by the plug
he always be showin me love
and i can’t f-ck with you, you a dub
shawty be shaking that -ss
we just be throwing the cash
had to go cop me a foreign
doing the digital dash
(hey)
walk in neiman marcus got designer on my feet
gucci, louis, prada i just spent a couple gs
hook
i got too much guap on me
got that glock with me
i got freaky b-tches
they just wanna pop a p (hey)
spikes all on my shoe designer on me feet (hey)
too much ammunition dont run up on me (yeah yeah yeah)
i got too much guap on me
got that glock with me
i got freaky b-tches
they just wanna pop a p (hey)
spikes all on my shoe designer on me feet (hey)
too much ammunition dont run up on me (hey)
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