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100BandPlan - Too Much Lyrics



100BandPlan - Too Much Lyrics




Four niggas hop out the 4-door
See four poles, and you know you f*cked
I told my young dog take time
He asking me, 'why', this road get rough
I ain't gotta' tell no lies
That's on the guys, they know what's up
Heard that they wanna' fry me
Why (?)
'Cus I be on the Main too much
And I play with the (?) too much
And I'm still screaming 'free all the dogs'
Especially Raw, hope the case gon' bust
Fifth to the back of his head
Leave him on the floor, boy concuss
Then it's right back to the bread
12 hour trip, I sit on the bus

I'm in the trap for a couple nights (uh)
You're nothing like me
You're not what I need
So why would I wife yah
You up in the streets
You paying a fee
It cost you your life yah
She telling me 'please'
'You all that I need' 'you one of a kind' yah
(You one of a kind, yah)

I ain't gotta' say too much
(?) on the back of the bid
Hitting they block and it spray too much
Niggas gonna' end up dead
Why? 'Cus them boys like to play too much
Play with the (?) too much
Hop out, tweaking on the Main too much
(Tweaking on the Main too much)

Four niggas hop out the 4-door
See four poles, and you know you f*cked
I told my young dog take time
He asking me, 'why', this road get rough
I ain't gotta' tell no lies
That's on the guys, they know what's up
Heard that they wanna' fry me
Why (?)
'Cus I be on the Main too much
And I play with the (?) too much
And I'm still screaming 'free all the dogs'
Especially Raw, hope the case gon' bust
Fifth to the back of his head
Leave him on the floor, boy concuss
Then it's right back to the bread
12 hour trip, I sit on the bus
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Four niggas hop out the 4-door
See four poles, and you know you f*cked
I told my young dog take time
He asking me, 'why', this road get rough
I ain't gotta' tell no lies
That's on the guys, they know what's up
Heard that they wanna' fry me
Why (?)
'Cus I be on the Main too much
And I play with the (?) too much
And I'm still screaming 'free all the dogs'
Especially Raw, hope the case gon' bust
Fifth to the back of his head
Leave him on the floor, boy concuss
Then it's right back to the bread
12 hour trip, I sit on the bus

I'm in the trap for a couple nights (uh)
You're nothing like me
You're not what I need
So why would I wife yah
You up in the streets
You paying a fee
It cost you your life yah
She telling me 'please'
'You all that I need' 'you one of a kind' yah
(You one of a kind, yah)

I ain't gotta' say too much
(?) on the back of the bid
Hitting they block and it spray too much
Niggas gonna' end up dead
Why? 'Cus them boys like to play too much
Play with the (?) too much
Hop out, tweaking on the Main too much
(Tweaking on the Main too much)

Four niggas hop out the 4-door
See four poles, and you know you f*cked
I told my young dog take time
He asking me, 'why', this road get rough
I ain't gotta' tell no lies
That's on the guys, they know what's up
Heard that they wanna' fry me
Why (?)
'Cus I be on the Main too much
And I play with the (?) too much
And I'm still screaming 'free all the dogs'
Especially Raw, hope the case gon' bust
Fifth to the back of his head
Leave him on the floor, boy concuss
Then it's right back to the bread
12 hour trip, I sit on the bus
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Language: English
Length: 2:25
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