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Baby Blue Sound Crew - Too Much lyrics
f/ Ghetto Concept
 [Chorus]
 Too much for money
 Too much for cars
 Too much for hoes
 Too much for clothes
 Too much for bar
 Too much for clubs
 Too much for thugs
 Too much for drugs
 Too much for much
 Too much for love
 Too much for haters
 Too much for players
 Too much for gators
 Too much for paper
 Too much for favors
 Too much for saws
 Too much for laws
 Too much for raws
 Too much for brawls
 Too much for y'all
 [Verse 1: Kwajo]
 Breakdown niggas, run through niggas
 Stay comin' through with my 7 Bills niggas
 Make mad figures, my thugs pull triggers
 Leave 'em with the cash and the stash, quick niggas
 All day everyday
 We do or die, serious
 Pass up in the cut, these haters keep get in touch
 Zig-Zag to Dutch, livin' it up
 G.C., 7 Bills what?
 Sharpen the cut
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 [Verse 2: Dolo]
 My nigga pump all night
 Do the goonin' all night
 Bag a trick that blow dickBaby Blue Sound Crew - Too Much - http://motolyrics.com/baby-blue-sound-crew/too-much-lyrics.html
 And twist that bitch all night
 Got my ring, chain-swings
 We got the drop word-life
 Hamela, Hannibal cop
 Put that in your pipe
 The tough diaras mazara rap don't concern me
 We cut your Beef Jerkey, Cold Turkey
 Presedential, Oyster Iceberg jersey
 Whatchu got ain't worthy
 Four 50's, need a shift
 Swallow your derby nigga
 We...
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 [Verse 3: Kwajo]
 Yo the 7 Too Much were just too dangerous
 We Off-The-Hook, we balterbus, all murderous
 Outta the blue, get swept like Typhoon
 Top 'coons, killin' these fools with brand new tunes
 Ladies shake the middle (What?)
 Fellas throw your guns up
 Strictly thumbs up, when we come you get duffed up
 Cuffed up, roughed up, 7 Bills, nigga what?
 9-9, tucci, we erupt, just too much
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 [Verse 4: Dolo]
 To all my Porto Rocks and Ice Cubans who lick shots
 My Dominicans, makin' them ends and don't stop
 To my stone-cold niggas who controllin' the blocks
 And all my stone-cold bitches never blowin' up spots
 I put it down for y'all
 Let off a rhyme for y'all
 Knowin', too much for much, but I'ma pound for y'all
 Never see me at the Bar, got that Crown Royal
 How that sound?
 Mow y'all, everybody get ball, c'mon
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