Lil Boosie

Lil Boosie - Too Much lyrics

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Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me

Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee

We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me

Look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep



Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here

Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp

Y'all want that savage shit, I gotta represent

Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then



How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too

How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too

How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours



How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too

How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too

How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours



Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck

Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck

F**k it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass

A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin'



It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound

When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down

That bad bitch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring

Or stuntin' her ass off in that '05 her man bought



How much your paint cost? Look like it just got rained on

Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'

Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own

You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on



Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on

It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on

You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on

Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on



How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too

How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too

How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours



How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too

How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too

How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours



You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out

You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out

How you ridin'? Want you ain't worried bout flossin'

You hollerin' f**k what I'm talking your shit better than walkin'



It's five stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it

The 26's up on it and Boocu bitches up on it

What kinda motor up in it think it can f**k with that Hemi

I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance



You ain't customly did it or oringally interior

Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches

Them by 9's be tickin' you broke the rear view mirrors

But that's the 415 shit I run with the 412



I gotta 'llac chrome grill on the factory rims

Hoes piled up in here all on laps be still

Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear

Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel



How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too

How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too

How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours



How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too

How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too

How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through

And my rims way bigger than yours



Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that

I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that

With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that

Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat



F**k it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac

Gon get your shine on watch what I'm gon' snatch

I don't know but off the top I'm spendin' 85 stacks

With them cozy ass seats that massage my back



Jacksonville, Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me

They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City

Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'

Greg Street whats happenin' to they love that Gangsta Musik



If you gon' do it then do it from the Benzes to Buicks

Let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it

Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill

This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal

Game time
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