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too much pt. 1 - kelta lyrics

yeah
all day i smoke on a low (n*ggas is doing too much)
your b*tch she got a disease (n*ggas is doing too much)
balling when rolling with me (n*ggas is doing too much)
stay lit composed (n*ggas is doing too much)
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much

you n*ggas are doing too much
ozzy he doing the most
it’s funny you not in the cut
y’all need a better approach
i gotta stay on my toes
i can not feed on applauds
your girl she got a disease
i might just double the dose
i need to get paid et cetera
i gotta focus i ain’t letting up
i see me some bands, fetty wap
how they stick around? it’s crazy huh
i don’t care about you people
you don’t treat me as an equal
i’m done with love it’s illegal
if i shot my shot that’s a free throw
i gotta have it its obvious
forget the famе you just popular
they searching for you but im popping up
how i’m gonna make it? dummy luck
d*mn it man this sh*t is crazy
nonе of your bullsh*t can phase me
all these dudes sending threats
i just stare in amazement
all day i smoke on a low (n*ggas is doing too much)
your b*tch she got a disease (n*ggas is doing too much)
balling when rolling with me (n*ggas is doing too much)
stay lit composed (n*ggas is doing too much)
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much
n*ggas is doing too much

with the gang and i smoke strong
milky way when i do bongs
sh*t tricky st**z spicy
headlock don’t need keys
feeling my kicks, bruce lee
too stoned exotic trees
soft n*ggas gone catch zzz
nowadays i do me
looking at you like who this?
nah n*gga what’s your motive
that’s a right hook, fury
yeah n*gga sorry not sorry
do that shake, harlem
i go first like adam
give all praise to allah
as*salamu alayk*m
keep pushing on your worst days
paranoid but i can’t stop
its written dawg elevating my n*ggas
been friends since old days
is you a friend or you’s a fiend?
don’t trust n*ggas that chase trends
couple things i let god handle
we connect like c*cable
can’t you see that i’m p*ssed off
shouldn’t be yours you reaching mad science like kirchhoff
all my dawgs is eating
make sure my name is outta your mouth
make sure my track is all on your ear
you talking bout money that’s what i’m about
you talking that smack we sending you out
looking at you like who this?
nah n*gga what’s your motive
that’s a right hook, fury
yeah n*gga sorry not sorry
do that shake, harlem
i go first like adam
give all praise to allah
as*salamu alayk*m

- kelta lyrics

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