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Paroles de la chanson Too Much par Saucy Santana

I been that bitch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo shit, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
Bitch you running yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much

Uh, hoe you feeling tough then at me
Bank on slam dunk ballin' like an athlete
Bitch you a maid, you a lame, you a maddy
Hoe you done drunk too much, you getting aggy
Walk in the club, kill the scene, I'm a baddie
Drip got a whole bitch gang lookin' tacky

Got so many niggas I ain't tryna meet ya mammy
Make ya baby daddy miss time with his family
These hoes foldin' and scrollin'
These bitches eyes is rollin'
You hoes sleep as hell, it's giving mеlatonin
Yeah, I'm the baddest bitch, ain't got no opponеnt
I gave you 60 seconds, you done had ya moment
Ricky on my feet, pussy on a lake
Gasping for air, begging for a break
Dinner being served, gon' make your plate
And if a bitch want beef, then I'm handing out steak

I been that bitch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo shit, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much

Bitch you running yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much

I been that bitch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo shit, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
Bitch you running yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much

You niggas rap bout the sauce that I been had
I was paid 'fore rap, that's a big bag

Yeah, bitch I'm it, but I don't play tag
And we don't suck no dick for no handbag (Nah)
Eat your favorite rapper, I could be the Pac-Man
Eat your favorite trapper, I could be the sack man
Gone pledge Kappa, cause you bitches steady cappin'
Crunchin' on you hoes, you can call me the captain
Yo rent cost my shoes
You cannot skip to my lou (To my lou)
Don't stress how I do, I do me, do you
You know poppin' bottles ain't a damn thang (Nah)
I got the hot sauce for my lemon pepper wangs
Bitch I kicked the door in, ain't have to pull strangs
Yeah, I been the champ, I need six rangs

I been that bitch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo shit, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
Bitch you running yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much

I been that bitch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo shit, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
Bitch you running yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much

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