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lil eazzyy - too much (randy moss) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
go
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga (hugo)
grrt
uh, go

[verse]
i done did too much (too much)
it be crazy how n_ggas switch up and they don’t even shoot nothin’
i was sixteen with a glock, i wasn’t booed up
i got a problem with n_ggas that talk and don’t do nothin’ (b_tch)
no, we ain’t spreadin’ no rumors, switch on the glock and a clip like a ruler
heart has been cold like it’s stuck in a cooler, callin’ my phone, i don’t think that i knew her (i didn’t)
we on that hot sh_t (hot sh_t), cuz in the cut and his drac’ got a chopstick (brrt)
no, you ain’t touchin’ this glock, boy, this my sh_t (my sh_t)
when it’s comin’ to rich, you ain’t countin’ his pockets
i like movin’ solo (solo)
pop me a perc’ and it’s boostin’ my mojo
four in a twenty ounce, i’m movin’ slo_mo
f_ck all these n_ggas, ain’t givin’ out promo (at all)
i put my all in this sh_t, if a n_gga try taking my spot, then in knockin’ him off
we shippin’ sh_t out (go), but if he really come with a price, then we droppin’ sh_t off (we droppin’ sh_t off)
catch me a play, i feel like randy moss
i just been doin’ the sh_t i been taught
it just be crazy how n_ggas be claimin’ that they be the gang, i don’t know what you thought
n_gga, i came up (i came up), hopped out the cut with a dream and a banger (go)
dj my dog, he said f_ck all the haters ’cause them n_ggas ain’t gettin’ paper
thinkin’ he sl!ck ’til we cut off his fingers, uh, thumbin’ more racks than the mayor
you gotta pay up (pay up), if you got somethin’ i want and i need it, i ain’t finna wait up
he think he tough but he don’t got a gun, so bro tryna poke him
took his lil’ b_tch and she claimin’ that she with the sh_t, she did everything that i told her (okay)
you comin’ home and you thinkin’ that you finna clap but this mac hangin’ off of my shoulder (brrt)
i’m walkin’ up and i’m puttin’ that b_tch to his face, if he move, then i cut on the toaster (come here)
give me your sh_t if you thinkin’ that eazzyy a b_tch, then i’ll send you right up to your shoulders, n_gga
chiraq, where it get a lil’ colder, n_gga, i was hangin’ with the older n_ggas (older n_ggas)
unky taught me how to fold a n_gga, lot of sh_t that i done told the n_gga (a lot)
but if i go tell him, he’ll roll a n_gga, chop him up and then dispose of the n_gga
okay, lil’ bro tell me that it’s a blitz and i tell him, “okay”
lil’ n_gga, okay, we be out the way
you think you can stop me, lil’ n_gga, no way, okay?
your mama said, “go be a kid,” okay?
you talk, you get hit in your lid, okay?
sleeze money the movement, your b_tches be choosin’, don’t call if it ain’t ’bout the pape’, okay?
i’m runnin’ this sh_t, huh, this ain’t nothin’ fake, okay?
to get what i want, i’ma do what it take
the opps, they still tryna keep up the pace
i’m f_ckin’ her first ‘fore i go on a date, n_gga, you tryna be in her face
if she cannot show me that she gettin’ pape’, then she can get moved out the way, okay? (okay?)

- lil eazzyy

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