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letra de too much - ye ali

[intro: ye ali]
she’s heading east bound
goin’ 95 miles per hour in a red mercedes benz
we need police back up
“ma’am please step out the car” (we got a code 9)
“ma’am slow down”
she’s heading west, in traffic on a one way
we need her stopped right now
she’s believed to have a lot of -ss on her
i repeat, a lot of -ss

[verse 1: ye ali]
you got all that -ss baby, tell me why you drivin’ crazy?
pull over to the side, need that licence registration (ooh)
tell me where you going ’cause you know i gotta know
you was doin’ 95 in a dirty mouth zone
let me blow your back out, take you to the traphouse (blow your back)
show me where you strip, i might come and cash out (come and cash)
i know what to do, when you put that -ss out (put that -ss)
you was talkin’ all that sh-t but couldn’t make the last round (make it last)

[chorus: ye ali & key!]
woo, woo
slow that -ss down it’s down, it’s too much (it’s too much)
woo, woo
slow that -ss down it’s down, it’s too much (it’s too much)
woo, woo
slow that -ss down it’s down, it’s too much
woo, woo
pull over to the side, lemme touch (throw that -ss down)

[verse 2: ye ali]
got a freak in east atlanta
workin’ follies, i’m like santa
made tuition, every night
and she pay her way through gamblin’
got a white girl in orlando
eat italian, watch sopranos
but that b-tch was kinda crazy
broke my phone and bust my windows
got a puerto rican princess
when i see her i be spendin’
’cause the way that booty move
make a player reconsider
i like girls who arch it
i don’t judge, not a little
with that -ss, without that, you can make that thing jiggle
that blunt, spark it
that back, arch it
push b-tton, start it
twerk some shawty
my wrist, wacky
the feds, watch me
they can’t, stop me
fresh in ed hardy

[verse 3: key!]
too much to handle
rollin’ down [?]
this a cold [?] moment, baby go and grab your camera
your boyfriend callin’ and you don’t got to answer
he don’t want smoke, man he don’t want no cancer (slow down)
yeah, -ss movin’ too fast
[?] she probably [?]
face so pretty man she [?]
face so pretty man i gotta fight the [?] (woo, woo)
yeah, i might go to jail for it (i might go to jail for it)
p-ssy -ss n-gga might tell for it
i’m droppin’ a [?]

[bridge: ye ali & key!]
hol’ up, hol’ up
you know you not from my ends
roll up, roll up
i just talked with benjamin
brr, brr
she keep callin’ me again
woo, woo
don’t know how much cash i’ma spend

- ye ali

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