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rah swish - too much lyrics
nine shots in a ruger
i step on court, they like watch the f_ckin shooter
( you n_ggas better structure the f_ck up)
[hook]
them n_ggas talkin too much
i’m tryna off em too much
they said i be flossin too much
i be with bosses too much
royce got a coffin too much
i get it often too much
she wanna pause sh_t too much
them n_ggas frauding too much
too much
too much
i get to spazzin too much
i’m with the action too much
i keep a ratchet too much
i be in traffic too much
percocet habits too much
i make it happen too much
[verse 1: rah swish]
i’m changing my name to too much
glock got a beamer, ruler
i be with lifters, movers
givin em thirty, luka
ready for war then suit up
i got a treesh she too much
i never eated school lunch
but she good with the kids, school bus
in and outta the state cause i been moving hot
i might catch em and trip out to cancun
watch em twirl and drop, i don’t know if the n_gga got shot
or he bussin a dance move
make him wild out on woo
i got the juice
she do her thing on the dance floor
no this ain’t nothin new
you know the rules, girl what you still got on pants for
get money, top dollar the motivation
got this b_tch on her heels like she rollerblading
i’m outside every day, still got it on me
moving like i don’t got open cases
baby you gotta dip ain’t no overstaying
she get cab and get d_ck, but get no relations
pull a scar when he bluffing, he poker facing
last n_gga got hit and wrote a statement
[hook]
[verse 2: bizzy banks]
i gotta have it, i swear i’m feening to blast it
for any f_ck n_ggas that chattin
boy why you lackin
b_tch watch the gang what i’m jackin
f_nny pack not for the fashion, n_gga i’m mackin
big 38 in the jacket, that’s what i pick for the action
if i yell out ‘what’s crackin’, demon gon hop out and splash him
he sending bullets like madden
my n_ggas raising the murder rate
she get shot in her face if she jack what he jackin
my n_ggas scorin like golden state, i know that boy mad that we caught him lackin
we sent him right up the interface, go search up my chargers you see what happen
we turnt that boy to a dinner plate, after i f_ck her i gotta skate
i swear she told me i’m the best, she told me go deeper my foot on her neck
i’m pulling her hair through the s_x, i nut in her mouth i can’t make a mess
she heard a n_gga up next, but i’m still in the hood finessin these checks
the opps know that i’m a threat, so they ducking that action ain’t tryna be next like
[hook]
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