Too Much

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Cootie & Duke Deuce - Rap, Hip-Hop

Too Much

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[Intro: Cootie] I got too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Thousand and eight drams 'round my neck, it's playin' freeze tag [Chorus: Cootie] I got too much, too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much money I got too much, too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much money [Verse 1: Cootie] Too much money on me, damn, I walk like my knees bent (Need crutches) Thousand and eight grams 'round my neck, it's playin' freeze tag (Ice) Cash out on so many choppers, they threw in the ski mask (You lyin') Ever show up unannounced, most likely you gettin' toe-tagged (Say what?) Put him under grass, body bag, stuff him in the wood (Stuff him) Everything I got paid cash for it, get that understood (I'm him) I done bought so many cribs, I can form a neighborhood (Woo) Get my money out the streets, but all my bitches credit good (Hey) I spend racks when I jump fresh (Racks), I switch whips when I get bored (Switch) I spend bags on all my opps and all my shooters on one accord (Goddamn) Big FN left by the sword, bitch, I buy bricks you can't afford (Buy bricks) Need a dealership in foreigns, fuck I look like buyin' a Ford? [Chorus: Cootie & Duke Deuce] I got too much, too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much money I got too much, too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much money (What the fuck?) [Verse 2: Duke Deuce] I be travelin' 'cross the globe, gettin' that foreign money (Travelin', travelin', travelin', travelin') Nigga been countin' this shit so long, got my thumbs numbin' (Havin' it, havin' it, havin' it, havin' it) Keep that pump like Elmer Fudd while I'm roadrunnin' (Road, raod, road, road, meep, meep) Bitch, I'm hot, you get a taste, I'll have your nose runnin' (Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', ayy, ayy) Yeah, ho, what's mackin', bitch? (What's mackin'?) I ain't talkin' fingers when I tell you that I'm stackin', bitch (Huh?) Tennis on my feet, yeah, these bitches cost a racket, bitch (A racket) Bitch, talkin' bout I fell off, but my daughter in a mansion (Yeah) Bitch, Duke don't do no average shit (What the fuck?) [Chorus: Cootie & Duke Deuce] I got too much, too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much money (Ayy, ayy) I got too much, too much, too much, too much Too much, too much (Too much), too much money (Too much)

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  • Cootie
  • Duke Deuce