letra de doin' to much - nsu lah
[intro]
elvis
gra-gra
elvis
[hook]
uh, look
i bet everybody know what’s up
like, none of mines getting touched
can’t come around he ain’t one of us
if he get to tweakin’, i’m letting it dump
and these n-ggas be p-ssy, i’m calling they bluff
he ain’t do what he said he did with that gun
and we start raising h-ll, we do it for fun
n-ggas know i go dumb, i’m gon die by the gun
i be like please don’t put up a front
if he front, he gon get burned we gon turn him to runtz
and you know she shoot first, we be comin’ in clutch
he get left likе [?], don’t be dumb
they be likе, lah ‘you be doin’ too much’
like who knew he was tough
n-ggas not gon be foolish enough
know imma flock through the vest
i better let it bust
imma die by the gun and it [?]
[verse]
back on the block i gotta double up
put that perc in my lean, watch it bubble up
choppa gon open his stomach, bet his tummy tuck
if it’s up, then we leaving it stuck
no cap, he tryna throw [?]
imma blitz through [?]
no, i ain’t tryna listen to n-ggas, they wack
everything they say in they rap be cap
he try to front, put the dot on his back
[?]
[?]
can’t wait till we up, cuz knockin’ like that
[?] he sad
we pull up and we shook up the place they mad
mike amiri the jeans, you can see by the tag
they don’t know what i mean, i be doing them bad
like i’m talking drip, drip
lotta new opps on my hitlist
he can get put inna spliff
right along with his mans
i swear that boy restin’ in p-ss
’40 start sparkin, he boopin’, it’s makin’ him dance
you know that switch doin’ tricks
if he front, put that beam on lip
imma blow his top, put a whole in his hip
[hook]
i bet everybody know what’s up
like, none of mines getting touched
can’t come around, he ain’t one of us
if he get to tweakin’, i’m letting it dump
and these n-ggas be p-ssy, i’m calling they bluff
he ain’t do what he said he did with that gun
and we start raising h-ll, we do it for fun
n-ggas know i go dumb, i’m gon die by the gun
i be like please don’t put up a front
if he front, he gon get burned we gon turn him to runtz
and you know she shoot first, we be comin’ in clutch
he get left like [?], don’t be dumb
they be like, lah ‘you be doin’ too much’
like who knew he was tough
n-ggas not gon be foolish enough
know imma flock through the vest
i better let it bust
imma die by the gun and it [?]
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