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moneyhilfiger - too much lyrics

[intro]
buh+buh+buh, buh+buh+buh
buh, buh, buh+buh+buh
in atlanta with some organic, uh, hold up (wake up moneyhilfiger)
p+ssy mad, i smoke that organic, uh, hold up, yeah
fendi’d down, i’m smokin’ organic, uh, uh
and it’s die lit, uh, uh
f&n, i’m smokin’, uh, what? uh, yeah

[verse 1]
f&n, i smoke on organic, uh, yeah (organic)
she bend down, she need some more breath, uh, yeah, yeah
i got smoke all in the air, uh, yeah (i got smoke all in this ho)
f+ck this up and you get left (what? f+ck this up and you get left, yeah)
ap on my f+ckin’ left (uh, yeah, hold up)
stack it up right on the shelf, uh (stack it up like, stack it up)
your b+tch look familiar (your b+tch, your b+tch, uh, b+tch)
i got drip all everywhere (your b+tch, yeah)
i got cash all everywhere (hold up, your b+tch, beep)
i’ma do this by myself, uh, yeah (i’ma do this by, ooh)
on the jet by, by myself, uh, yeah
and i touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh, yeah (hold up)
i touch down and get my fingers wet, uh, yeah, uh (i touch down and get my fingers wet)
my b+tch got that g.o.a.t. head (my b+tch got that g.o.a.t. head)

[bridge]
too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up (woah)
one more pint, hold up, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up, uh
one more pint, yeah, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
one more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint, uh, yeah
one more pint, yeah, yeah, one more pint, yeah, yeah
too much lean, uh, yeah, too much ice, hold up, yeah
one more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint
[verse 2]
pop that bean and count them deads, uh (pop that bean and count them deads)
yeah, she suck me, i can’t feel my legs, yeah (pop that bean and count them deads)
my b+tch yucky, she don’t use no hands, hold up (my b+tch yucky, she don’t use no hands)
dance floor with the diamonds dancin’, uh, yeah, uh (dance floor with the diamonds dancin’)
dance floor with the diamonds dancin’, uh, yeah, yeah (dance floor with the diamonds dancin’)
that’s why you cop by them bags, uh (yeah, yeah)
in l.a. i smoke that gas, uh
in l.a. i link with slatt (and i)
that b+tch with you, she gave you back (uh)
i f+cked that b+tch, then gave her back, uh (i f+cked that b+tch then, yeah)
i nut on her, she make me ‘lax (yeah)
that gun on me, i cannot lack (that gun on me, yeah)
your b+tch right, she got it clapped (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you can die ’bout yours, boy, you get clapped
i took that lil’ boy right off of the map (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
we k!lled them boys right here, right in the trap
i love my lean, i f+cked around, relapsed (yeah)
i f+cked that b+tch, he runnin’ ’round in laps
you touch down in my city, you better tap
that b+tch ’round here, she know she gotta tap (yeah, uh)
i seen that b+tch ridin’ ’round in nudy ‘cat, huh (nat+nat)
that b+tch with me and now she on that pack (nat+nat, nat+nat, nat+nat)
i’m on southside and i’m weighin’ the crack (i’m on southside and i’m weighin’ the crack)
i’m on southside, yeah, hand on the gat (southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m on southside every day with blatt, uh (uh)
i’m on southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[bridge]
too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up (woah)
one more pint, hold up, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up, uh
one more pint, yeah, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
one more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint, uh, yeah
one more pint, yeah, yeah, one more pint, yeah, yeah
too much lean, uh, yeah, too much ice, hold up, yeah
one more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint
moneyhilfiger got that sauce

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