TOO MUCH Lyrics

Too much

Relax

Your doing too much

Like true say im living deluxe

Try copy the pattern n take out my guts

In ya worst nightmares that's us

Dark skin boys at the back of the bus

Stay calm in the heat im clutch

Fuck boy sus

Been doing too much

No fuss

Burnout the whip tell em eat my dust

Try throwing man under the bus

Woulda bust my head more that concussed

So many links no cuffs

Try throwing it up try test my touch

I know ya tempted to touch

No calling my bluff

Your doing too much

I need a goldie locks

A stay at home shorty to pick up the phone

While im outside patrolling the block

To and fro I been licking them dots

Mind ya biz still celery rock

Penny watching can get man got

Rice at home I got stew in the pot

Cards close to my chest with the keys on lock

Londons a dungeon and its a zoo

We some gorillas what you never knew

Myth like big foot air max shoe

Quick throw back meet your doom

Bando's Gordon

Ramz n food

Whip 1 in to 2 and I feel like Zuu

Gun fingers strike a pose big mood

Serious blud dont get rude

Too much

Relax

Your doing too much

Like true say im living deluxe

Try copy the pattern n take out my guts

In ya worst nightmares that's us

Dark skin boys at the back of the bus

Stay calm in the heat im clutch

Fuck boy sus

Been doing too much

No fuss

Burnout the whip tell em eat my dust

Try throwing man under the bus

Woulda bust my head more that concussed

So many links no cuffs

Try throwing it up try test my touch

I know ya tempted to touch

No calling my bluff

Your doing too much

Very long hair and still I don't care

Step on the stage and I bun it up

Hop scotch or its double dutch

If I shake your hand time to double up

All you hears come out my mouth lets go

Trust me I'm overly ready

Hungry feel it right in my belly

Cos mum won't believe until im on the telly

Feel like the real Lex Luger

We was online way before the computers

Back in my day it was foot or push bike

Nowadays dots in the back of an uber

Im on the phone to the shooter

Plotting and scheming a wicked manoeuvre

Come we go run up the racks lets go

Shoulda thought of this way sooner

Stroking my chin then we onto a million

These days pigs look just like civilians

While out might give Lizzie the one bang

Black eyed peas now I feel like will.i.am

At the top of the hill

Still no sight of Jack nor Jill

Rip that contract split no deal

Guess its back to the trap pop seals

Too much

Relax

Your doing too much

Like true say im living deluxe

Try copy the pattern n take out my guts

In ya worst nightmares that's us

Dark skin boys at the back of the bus

Stay calm in the heat im clutch

Fuck boy sus

Been doing too much

No fuss

Burnout the whip tell em eat my dust

Try throwing man under the bus

Woulda bust my head more that concussed

So many links no cuffs

Try throwing it up try test my touch

I know ya tempted to touch

No calling my bluff

Your doing too much