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too much - lil house phone lyrics

[chorus: lil house phone]
a n-gga gettin’ fat, i keep sippin’ too much
these n-ggas gettin’ sad cause i can’t kick it too much
i’m walkin’ around to, when i’m spend like too much
this b-tch that i’m with her thickness too much
my sh-t is too much, it’s too much, ay my sh-t is too much
yeah, its too much

[verse 1: lil house phone]
a bag on my fit what i spend like too much
that b-tch on my d-ck with her thickness too much
i flex too your bas-m-nt, the rent that’s too much
and i kick the casket before i kick that cup
b-tch i been sippin’, i’m poured up
lookin’ motorola, ay hold up
you know i keep that pistol in the corolla
they ain’t really ridin’, man these n-ggas ain’t really soldiers
i wear them like a napkin, and i bet n-gga fold em
n-gga they be flexin’ in the streets until they see me
snuck into the club with the burner under the beanie
i just f-cked this n-gga hoe and disappear like i’m houdini
i got a curry b-tch, with a rubber booty like a genie

[verse 2: jay 305]
doin’ max fields, kickin’ fields goals
money coming in n’ out like i’m sellin’ dope
i’ma spend my money, i don’t need a speed
if she f-ck five homies she a trampoline
all in the club b-tch, yuck it up
yuck, yuck it up, you gone let me f-ck or what
you in love with yo f-ckin’ n-gga but he a f-ckin’ weiny
he be shakin’ my hand
he know i finessed him for em peezy’s
ouu, never know, n-ggas ain’t plan what you know
aimin’ for your face or your throat
my momma never raised no hoe

- lil house phone lyrics

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