2 Much
Woah
I love it when she walk
Yeah
She love the way I talk
Woah
She know I just fuck it up
I be like my fault
Remember when you used to think
You was really just one of those ones
But fuck what I thought
Uh
You was moving way too slow you gone get caught
Uh
Got me a new bitch
I don't really give a fuck her love I brought
She want me to beat it up we just fought
She give me the brain would have thought she taught
I feel like the king you can call me Tut
She trying to love me but I do too much
Huh
Do too much
Huh
Do too much
Huh
I do too much
Huh
I do too much
Huh
Do too much
But I love the way she strut her stuff
Do too much
Huh
Baby I'ma call your bluff
Baby just stop running your mouth
Run a bag up
If you build a house don't make it a glass one
I seen some feens that went on a glass run
Looking like Velma like "Where is my glasses?"
Seen the king mad cause I been macking
Off a couple perkys make em' do a backflip
Know a couple boosters run it up in Saks Fifth
High school wish I had the chance to step in Pradas
Been a big stepper baby know I'm bout it
Flow dirty flint water but my Jordans blue
I'm like a mime I don't like to talk but you see the mood
Shawty say she mine when I don't tell her to
And I need your friend cuz I like get my tale in twos
I'ma break you down like a mineral
Do it in my ride because it's tinted too
If you want to ride then its 10 and 2
Shawty whats on your mind where you attended to
Got accepted to college where I was attending too
Damn
You smart
You are
I love it when she walk
Yeah
She love the way I talk
Woah
She know I just fuck it up
I be like my fault
Remember when you used to think
You was really just one of those ones
But fuck what I thought
Uh
You was moving way too slow you gone get caught
Uh
Got me a new bitch
I don't really give a fuck her love I brought
She want me to beat it up we just fought
She give me the brain would have thought she taught
I feel like the king you can call me Tut
She trying to love me but I do too much
Huh
Do too much
Huh
Do too much
Huh
I do too much
Huh
I do too much
Huh
Do too much
But I love the way she strut her stuff
Do too much
Huh
Baby I'ma call your
I love it when she walk
Yeah
She love the way I talk
Woah
She know I just fuck it up
I be like my fault
Remember when you used to think
You was really just one of those ones
But fuck what I thought
Uh
You was moving way too slow you gone get caught
Uh
Got me a new bitch
I don't really give a fuck her love I brought
She want me to beat it up we just fought
She give me the brain would have thought she taught
I feel like the king you can call me Tut
She trying to love me but I do too much
Huh
Do too much
Huh
Do too much
Huh
I do too much
Huh
I do too much
Huh
Do too much
But I love the way she strut her stuff
Do too much
Huh
Baby I'ma call your bluff
Baby just stop running your mouth
Run a bag up
If you build a house don't make it a glass one
I seen some feens that went on a glass run
Looking like Velma like "Where is my glasses?"
Seen the king mad cause I been macking
Off a couple perkys make em' do a backflip
Know a couple boosters run it up in Saks Fifth
High school wish I had the chance to step in Pradas
Been a big stepper baby know I'm bout it
Flow dirty flint water but my Jordans blue
I'm like a mime I don't like to talk but you see the mood
Shawty say she mine when I don't tell her to
And I need your friend cuz I like get my tale in twos
I'ma break you down like a mineral
Do it in my ride because it's tinted too
If you want to ride then its 10 and 2
Shawty whats on your mind where you attended to
Got accepted to college where I was attending too
Damn
You smart
You are
I love it when she walk
Yeah
She love the way I talk
Woah
She know I just fuck it up
I be like my fault
Remember when you used to think
You was really just one of those ones
But fuck what I thought
Uh
You was moving way too slow you gone get caught
Uh
Got me a new bitch
I don't really give a fuck her love I brought
She want me to beat it up we just fought
She give me the brain would have thought she taught
I feel like the king you can call me Tut
She trying to love me but I do too much
Huh
Do too much
Huh
Do too much
Huh
I do too much
Huh
I do too much
Huh
Do too much
But I love the way she strut her stuff
Do too much
Huh
Baby I'ma call your
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