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letra de too much - bigal harrison

know too much
ayo i pull up in the s420. could tell the way i look a n-gg- smell like money. i’m fresher than a mothaf-ckin peppermint. b-tta timbs laced on my feet, hitting the town for the freaks where they at though? i met shorty uptown. she wanna know my government and who i’m really f-cking with it, i told her shhhh pipe down. you ain’t even gotta know that much. just wanna bend ya over, eat ya p-ssy, get up in the guts, what’s up? i’m a freak baby, let’s spark a conversation, how i, could, turn you, on and sh-t. hol up, you got, no plans, w-ssup, wit it, pull up. i’ll have, ya panties, wet without stroking! she like my confidence, i talk big sh-t like a ball player starting for the ny knicks. winning chips, counting dividends, split it with my fam. in ya mix like some b-tter grits, hope you understand

(chorus)
you getting caught up cause you know too much. so when you see me in the cut, diamonds dancing like what? hol up
you getting caught up cause you talk too much, so when you see me wit a girl, i’m prolly giving her the world hol up. you getting caught up cause you know too much

(verse 2)
yo what up shorty? i’m bigs prolly the flyest, and i’m lounging big d-ck style like ghost and rae n them. where the b-tter pecan ricans? i’m tryna lay with em, you just tryna stay with em, yo we ain’t on that. ya own man..a rat like splinter, cause he want the p-ssy. so my mouth shut, bigs who you hitting? they overlook me. stay unknown like the pokemon, so when i hit it she surprised by the sh-t i’m on. they think i’m quiet, but i’m lowkey a beast in the night. i keep the rubber on, do the right thing like i’m spike. she want the rubber off, girl you ain’t ready for pipe. and that p-ssy so good i had to hit it three times. in the same session, she ask me bout church and god. baby i’m a 5 percenter all praise to allah. save that pillow talking for them other n-gg-s that be blowing up ya line. tryna get up in ya jeans with corny times. they walking on a tight rope, smiling they think they got me. the way ya b-tch staring, these n-gg-s might wanna pop me. with a loaded pistol packing that heat up like issa f-cking missile. 21 brothers in my circle you don’t want no issues or smoke…
control the game i’m eating through comp like i’m anthony hopkins. these n-gg-s so facetious i’m laughing they jokes they imposters. i’m twisting up her walls like i stuck a fork into the pasta. we moving like italian mobsters but hol up…

(chorus)
you getting caught up cause you know too much. so when you see me in the cut, diamonds dancing like what? hol up
you getting caught up cause you know too much, so when you see me wit a girl, i’m prolly giving her the world hol up. you getting caught up cause you know too much. so when you see me in the cut, diamonds dancing like what? hol up
you getting caught up cause you talk too much. so when you see me wit ya chick, prolly giving her this d-ck n-gg-!

- bigal harrison

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