back again Leavin' without her Is too much to bear But when we're together Too much nothin' to share But too much love I've never seen Too much love I
Paul McCartney stuck in my head He fell in love with a bitch, she walked away on one leg She ain't even have to run to get away with the bread That's
thing my momma wouldn't condone Counting everything I own in my muthafucking ZONE, I'm up too high somebody come get me down down down down Said I'm up too
starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya
get never the less, young n shineing with the best I promised my momma one day i'll be a rhymer, she left But I love her so much it's like she never took
cross that Bridge tuck ya goods in Niggas get shot, stabbed up & get bucked (yeah!) you broke bitches aint got a dollar, go get fucked for your rent money, too much
ill, that's right y'all We more than rough, we callin' your bluff And when it comes to rhymes (Brick city) Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much
was and aint Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink I be in southside nigga til it's said and done And I was always taught to take the bread and run Here
favorite drug, the shit so serious Me, her and purple, point black period [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P:] Me and her been doin it far too much 'Til
the sheets, at least now I realize how much I love Assie Marie, and when its all said and done, I'll probably give her my knee, she put with way too
least I realise now how much I loved Ashlee Marie And when it's all said and done I'd probably give her my knee Cause she put up with too many games
- verse 2] Whatever ever happened to love and being happy Infatuated with lust, I loved you and now I'm backwards Time is of the essence, I broke it, took it for granted Love
fed up And that?s love, that?s why they all fuck wit us Been around the world and gets nuthin' but love For who I am, I thank my fans so much And even
So, so, don't try me now Don't try me now [Gudda Gudda] Yeah just ridin' feelin' lovely You can hate but your girlfriend love me Yeah I'm too G like
What you rhyme, mayne? You always spend G's How much cash you got that you can lend me? Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin' hard When you ridin
't know if there's a hell, But I know I've whitnessed hell here, all I do is dwell here Trying not to trail here, saying too much will get you knocked
