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Too Much
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Saucy Santana
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I been that b*t*h and y'all can't keep up Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much B*t*h you runnin’ yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't f**k with no bums, 'cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much Uh, ho you feeling tough, then at me Bank on slam dunk, ballin' like an athlete B*t*h, you a maid, you a lame, you a maddy Ho, you done drunk too much, you getting aggy Walk in the club, kill the scene, I'm a baddie Drip got a whole b*t*h gang lookin' tacky Got so many n***as, I ain't tryna meet ya mammy Make your baby daddy miss time with his family These hoes foldin' and scrollin' These b*t*hes eyes is rollin' You hoes sleep as hell, it's giving melatonin Yeah, I'm the baddest b*t*h, ain't got no opponеnt I gave you sixty seconds, you done had your momеnt Ricky on my feet, pu**y on a lake Gasping for air, begging for a break Dinner being served, gon' make your plate And if a b*t*h want beef, then I'm handing out steak I been that b*t*h and y'all can't keep up Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much B*t*h you runnin’ yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't f**k with no bums, 'cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much I been that b*t*h and y'all can't keep up Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much B*t*h you runnin’ yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't f**k with no bums, 'cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much You n***as rap 'bout the sauce that I been had I was paid 'fore rap, that's a been bag Yeah, b*t*h I'm it, but I don't play tag And we don't suck no d**k for no handbag (Nah) Eat your favorite rapper, I could be the Pac-Man Eat your favorite trapper, I could be the sack man Gon' pledge Kappa, 'cause you b*t*hes steady cappin' Crunchin' on you hoes, you can call me the captain Your 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 wings B*t*h I kicked the door in, ain't have to pull strings Yeah, I been the champ, I need six rings I been that b*t*h and y'all can't keep up Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much B*t*h you runnin’ yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't f**k with no bums, 'cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much I been that b*t*h and y'all can't keep up Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much B*t*h you runnin’ yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't f**k with no bums, 'cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much
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