too many - blake lyrics
[intro]
look
whoa, ooh
[verse 1]
look four pocket’s full, ain’t none of them empty
this is a hemi, i know that you hear me
12 get behind me gon’ have to come get me
keep an eye on that boy he lookin’ fishy
just left from houston took n-gg-s from 50
spend in the 6, yah i’m doin’ 120
sent me a text, i’m blockin’ don’t hit me
ain’t text her back, next message she missed me
these n-gg-s is hoes
both h-lla wishy, he act like we bros
yah that n-gg- iffy, watchin’ them foes
when it get sticky, b-tch wipe your nose
she ready, she litty, you ready lets go
she rollin’ with me, been on the road
ain’t been in the city, been on the go
ain’t seen that you hit me, keep them on they toes
dancin’ with stephanie
ain’t no more talking, i promise it’s over
cannot repeat what i already told you
i got a bag but i need one like oprah
play my cards right, take out the joker
handing out l’s, i p-ssed the controller
she all on my time like i’m with that lil’ poker
i got what you need, just come a lil’ closer
can’t say how we feelin’, i thought we was grownups
thought he was stiff, but that boy a faker
too many opinions, and not enough paper
she keep on callin’ don’t need to face her
and i ain’t talking bout no mo’ f-ckin’ makeup
she a barbie, we just trade and replace her
they don’t even need a story they make ’em
wearing designer like you got your cake up
keep it a k, how long it take to save up
[refrain]
got all dem hundreds and fiftys
tsa trippin’, they say it’s too many
all thick hoes, and none of ’em skinny
but i take the face up on it if she’s pretty
riding solo all through the city
don’t keep ’em with me if they ain’t really with me
oh no no, can’t let ’em get me
hop in the whip and i spit ’til it’s empty
[verse 2]
stackin’ myself, no i don’t play that
they talk like they know me and that we go way back
got a few cribs i don’t even stay at
how you talk sh-t and then say you didn’t say that?
they say whatever, they say anything
keep it one hundred, then they call you mean
camera’s is out, they gon’ make a scene
he gon’ risk his life just to get on saycheese
i swear they the realest if you let ’em tell it
they sh-t at the pool when they broke and they desperate
imma stand on it, i say that i said it
i’m ’bout to dribble from cali’ to texas
they textin’ my phone but i don’t even read it
boy you’re all cap, i know cap when i see it
do not f-ck with you and it ain’t no secret
we cannot fix nothin’ that’s how we gon’ keep it
hop in the whip and i like to go fast
smoke a lot dope ’cause you know we drove past
flexin’ that watch boy i’m on your -ss
got the same one from the instagram ad
take it how you want it, it’s really whatever
the plain jane was cool but i needed it wetter
when i get a check it comin’ with a letter
them s out the vv’s we gon get the setter
break it all down then put it together
they all playing games, stuck on the first level
now my new chain feels just like a medal
if that lil’ boy wanna play we gon’ let him
i’m on they -ss, applying the pressure
already gone, i didn’t have to sell her
she want to link, don’t know what to tell her
p-ssy got mileage, it need a lil’ checkup
[refrain]
got all dem hundreds and fiftys
tsa trippin’, they say it’s too many
all thick hoes, and none of ’em skinny
but i take the face up on it if she’s pretty
riding solo all through the city
don’t keep ’em with me if they ain’t really with me
oh no no, can’t let ’em get me
hop in the whip and i spit ’til it’s empty
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