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gmebe – too much كلمات اغاني

[intro: jp armani]
global gang
they say we be doing too much (x3)

[hook: jp armani]
gme/ebe, they say we be doing too much
my squad, we counting these bands too much
all this money, but i don’t think i had too much
these n-ggas b-tches, they say we f-ck too much
but i don’t really say too much, i don’t really say too much
i don’t really say too much, i don’t really say too much
all about bands, cause i ain’t ever had too much
but i don’t really say too much, i don’t really say too much

[verse 1: pistol]
i don’t really say too much, the money and pot don’t fuss
n-gga ain’t gotta move a muscle
them roe-block shooters gon rush you
my n-ggas on the block, you was tryna hide in the cut
n-gga act foul, get touched
carl going crazy in the clutch
gucci shoes stomping on the jaguar pedal
you ain’t like us, we’re a whole ‘nother level
going too much, got salt on the bezel
4 hoes, 1 time, and on the schedule
only mothaf-cka with a iron in the club
i ain’t gotta stand in no line in the club
small going crazy, throwing signs in the club
gme/ebe sh-t, 3 much

[verse 2: murda]
for the money i murda, gme/ebe, we be in these streets
better keep your burner, when i write ’bout beef, we leave your -ss 6 feet
30 hanging out my jeans, i see sco in my dreams, laying in that murder scene
i wish it was just a dream, riding ’round with the chopper, tryna lay off steam
and them clips, magazine, sponsored by red bull, my shootas give a n-gga wings
you get clapped by any means, have a n-gga slumped over, like
going up the lane
we be doing too much, we be shooting too much
die l’s to the opps, they be loosing too much, they be snoozing too much

[verse 3: jp armani]
been counting these bands too much, now thumbs got cuts
f-cking b-tches and they friends too much, now they friends want some
n-ggas merching on they mans too much, but they won’t turn up
love all my bros, rip roe, and 3 much. (l’a)
these n-ggas out here ain’t getting too much, cause these n-ggas out here ain’t seen too much
n-ggas turn into b-tches when they hear too much, been on the same block since i’ve been 2 months
hanging with the same n-ggas since momma told me stop
toting guns ho, 30 guns in the mop
f-cking with the gang, you ‘gon need a f-cking mob. (x2)

[verse 4: allo]
they say i’m too much, i be flexing too much, gme/ebe, n0body
better than us
i got shooters in the cut and they’ll wet you up
i ain’t lying, bodies drop, and n-gga we don’t give a f-ck
there’s another man down, on my side, pick him up
h-ll yeah i’m counting hundreds, but it’s really not enough
so until i get right, i’m making n-ggas get up
getting money is a must, throwing motion is a must
and if you got a problem, we don’t get the issue
ain’t no coming back once them choppers hit you
i’m too much for these n-ggas and i’m too much for these b-tches
on my grind, won’t stop, yeah i’m on mine with the rich n-ggas
hating on the squad, need to get they bands up
ain’t worried about sh-t, know we keep these gats up
so if you really want war, you ain’t really saying us
gmebe, n-ggas know how we come

[verse 5: lil chief dinero]
these hoes say i do too much, where two too much
me and yo squad, y’all shoot too much
spending all this money, i blew too much
’bout to get it back in the trap, too much
rest in peace bro, rest in peace 3 much
that’s l’a and the k ‘gon spray, sneak dissing on bro, respect 3 much
n-ggas know i’m skull gang
f-ck a biddy even though her hoe named
get changed one time, know you heard a change
ballin’ hard with the gang off cocaine
catch a opp, i’ma blow like propane
if a n-gga want smoke, just speak on it
we gon’ slide on yo block with peace on it
put his brains on the ground, lemme sleep on it

[verse 6: chief kiddo]
i have money on my mind, now i got it on my jeans, robin jeans with them wings
put the money on my team, gotta win, the f-ck you mean, my shooters so mean
got cat in the cut, f-ck n-gga get up, a headshot ain’t enough
these n-ggas got guts, tryna war with us, they tryna f-ck with us
these n-ggas they fake, they be flocking too much, n-ggas dying too much
b-tches lying to much, she ain’t tryna glo up, can’t put no time into her
these n-ggas they snake, gotta keep the gr-ss cut, so i keep my eyes up
number nine with the nine, tryna ride number nine hit a n-gga nine times

- gmebe

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