Starlito - Too Much lyrics
[Starlito - Too Much lyrics]
She pull up on me looking like a snack
I took her homie and you can't have her back
Lately I been thinking too much
Rolled up too much dope
I'm Prolly drinking too much
Told her that I loved her
What I mean is too much
Then again I heard there was no
Such thing as too much
Can't lie sometimes I feel like
These demons too much
Still there's no such thing as too
Much green in the blunt
Ain't sip no lean in two months
Shawty give me a reason to lust
She pull up on me then I end
Up wanting to eat her for lunch
Fucking wit me I prolly teach you some stuff
You know Ima thug and I don't easily trust
We went from creeping on the hush
Now we just do us
And if her last nigga don't like it
Fuck em he can adjust
Long as I keep it real, and you keep it real
Fuck how they feel, Fuck how they feel
I'm in this for you
We ain't doing this for them
How you feel about the whole
World vs you and Slim
Baby girl you worry too much
Really don't give a fuck about
Who worried bout us
They wasn't riding dirty with us
40 in your purse can't fit
That 30 in ya clutch
Our first date was at the shooting range
And my lil gangsta yea she call
Me by my middle name
She keep it really real
Ain't really with the games
Yea I caught feelings and I'm feeling
Like she feel the same
And my lil snack I got her back I
Flipped her taxes for some stacks real quick
Real friendship wit benefit's should never
Have to ask for shit
Last nigga to drive her whip wouldn't
Even put gas in it
Bout to put you in that coup just
So you can pass em in it
I took her homie and you can't have her back
Lately I been thinking too much
Rolled up too much dope
I'm Prolly drinking too much
Told her that I loved her
What I mean is too much
Then again I heard there was no
Such thing as too much
Can't lie sometimes I feel like
These demons too much
Still there's no such thing as too
Much green in the blunt
Ain't sip no lean in two months
Shawty give me a reason to lust
She pull up on me then I end
Up wanting to eat her for lunch
Fucking wit me I prolly teach you some stuff
You know Ima thug and I don't easily trust
We went from creeping on the hush
Now we just do us
And if her last nigga don't like it
Fuck em he can adjust
Long as I keep it real, and you keep it real
Fuck how they feel, Fuck how they feel
I'm in this for you
We ain't doing this for them
How you feel about the whole
World vs you and Slim
Baby girl you worry too much
Really don't give a fuck about
Who worried bout us
They wasn't riding dirty with us
40 in your purse can't fit
That 30 in ya clutch
Our first date was at the shooting range
And my lil gangsta yea she call
Me by my middle name
She keep it really real
Ain't really with the games
Yea I caught feelings and I'm feeling
Like she feel the same
And my lil snack I got her back I
Flipped her taxes for some stacks real quick
Real friendship wit benefit's should never
Have to ask for shit
Last nigga to drive her whip wouldn't
Even put gas in it
Bout to put you in that coup just
So you can pass em in it