Baby Blue Soundcrew Feat Ghetto Concept Too Much Lyrics

Too Much Lyrics

Baby Blue Soundcrew feat. Ghetto Concept

 

 Too Much

 Too much for cars

 Too much for hoes

 Too much for clothes

 Too much for bar

 Too much for clubs

 Too much for thugs

 Too much for drugs

 Too much for much

 Too much for love

 Too much for haters

 Too much for players

 Too much for gators

 Too much for paper

 Too much for favors

 Too much for saws

 Too much for laws

 Too much for raws

 Too much for brawls

 Too much for y'all

 

 [Verse 1: Kwajo]

 Breakdown niggas, run through niggas

 Stay comin' through with my 7 Bills niggas

 Make mad figures, my thugs pull triggers

 Leave 'em with the cash and the stash, quick niggas

 All day everyday

 We do or die, serious

 Pass up in the cut, these haters keep get in touch

 Zig-Zag to Dutch, livin' it up

 G.C., 7 Bills what?

 Sharpen the cut

 

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 [Verse 2: Dolo]

 My nigga pump all night

 Do the goonin' all night

 Bag a trick that blow dick

 And twist that bitch all night

 Got my ring, chain-swings

 We got the drop word-life

 Hamela, Hannibal cop

 Put that in your pipe

 The tough diaras mazara rap don't concern me

 We cut your Beef Jerkey, Cold Turkey

 Presedential, Oyster Iceberg jersey

 Whatchu got ain't worthy

 Four 50's, need a shift

 Swallow your derby nigga

 We...

 

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 [Verse 3: Kwajo]

 Yo the 7 Too Much were just too dangerous

 We Off-The-Hook, we balterbus, all murderous

 Outta the blue, get swept like Typhoon

 Top 'coons, killin' these fools with brand new tunes

 Ladies shake the middle (What?)

 Fellas throw your guns up

 Strictly thumbs up, when we come you get duffed up

 Cuffed up, roughed up, 7 Bills, nigga what?

 9-9, tucci, we erupt, just too much

 

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 [Verse 4: Dolo]

 To all my Porto Rocks and Ice Cubans who lick shots

 My Dominicans, makin' them ends and don't stop

 To my stone-cold niggas who controllin' the blocks

 And all my stone-cold bitches never blowin' up spots

 I put it down for y'all

 Let off a rhyme for y'all

 Knowin', too much for much, but I'ma pound for y'all

 Never see me at the Bar, got that Crown Royal

 How that sound?

 Mow y'all, everybody get ball, c'mon

 

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