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too many - tom macdonald lyrics

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[intro]
hollywood, beverly hills
to compton, santa monica
take it over to atlanta
that’s too many, that’s too many, that’s too many bad b*tches
hit downtown real quick
what up wolf?
what up mark?
what up carl?

[verse 1]
i been smokin’ dank since i got up this morning (mornin’)
ridin’ around la, we out in california (california)
just got back from vegas and i’m still hungover (over)
prolly hit the studio and start recording (yeah)
we work hard for this, take a look at my t**th
we work hard for this, don’t get much sleep
we work hard for this, then hit venice beach (the beach)
we work hard for this, we stay out in the street
[chorus]
too many b*tches to count ’em
too many b*tches to count ’em, ain’t goin’ ’round ’em
i just sit on the counter, sippin’ on whiskey and smokin’ the loudest
too many b*tches to hear ya
too many b*tches to hear ya, ain’t goin’ near ya
too many b*tches to breath
too many b*tches that hang around me
that’s too many, that’s too many, that’s too many bad b*tches
that’s too many, that’s too many, that’s too many bad b*tches
that’s too many, that’s too many, that’s too many bad b*tches
that’s too many bad b*tches for one man to deal with

[verse 2]
i been sippin’ lean since i ain’t ever tired (tired)
i been livin’ easy like i been retired (retired)
i been out in hollywood with real producers (producers)
my worst fear is gettin’ stuck inside vancouver (vancouver)
no offense to anyone who chillin’ there (there)
actually, all offense to everyone who chillin’ there (there)
i ain’t f*ckin’ with no rappers that i know back home (nope)
i give ’em fake names when i answer like a trappin’ phone
i work hard for this, you ain’t f*ckin’ with me
i work hard for this, take a look at my t**th
i work hard for this, i don’t owe you sh*t
i work hard for this, b*tch, suck my d*ck
[chorus]
too many b*tches to count ’em
too many b*tches to count ’em, ain’t goin’ ’round ’em
i just sit on the counter, sippin’ on whiskey and smokin’ the loudest
too many b*tches to hear ya
too many b*tches to hear ya, ain’t goin’ near ya
too many b*tches to breath
too many b*tches that hang around me
that’s too many, that’s too many, that’s too many bad b*tches
that’s too many, that’s too many, that’s too many bad b*tches
that’s too many, that’s too many, that’s too many bad b*tches
that’s too many bad b*tches for one man to deal with

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