Track byWebbie
You're too much, you're too much You're too much, you're too much I thought I'd came through later on when you're home alone And you don't have nothing on, just your thong alone We can open up some bottles, we can roll up a zone Or we can get straight to the point and we can getting it on She mad, she say I visit her wrong and every time she hit me up I never pick up the phone I told her, 'Listen, baby, girl, I've been missing, you're gone But 'on my agenda, I've been getting along' You go to sleep in them expensive gowns I must admit she really one of the baddest bitches around I thought if she independent know how bitches get down She probably is, I don't ever see no niggas around Probably 'cause she done figured it out'the bullshit, know what niggas about 'get a job, just wanna sit in your home, I tell her I'm a different fella, come on, listen me out You know the time pass when you're having fun or don't Fine ass, you been tripping me off She hotter than a devil, on another level I ain't wanna sweat here, really all that I could tell her was You're too much, you're too much You're too much, you're too much She hotter than a devil, on another level I ain't wanna sweat here, really all that I could tell her was You're too fine so every time you slide through Everybody gotta look at least two times I don't play crazy'playing hard to get but I'mma get mad due time The lady got her own cheddar, she don't need mine I don't need hers so don't matter, we both fine I stand back and I look better from both sides High born, bad bitch, we both fine Now it ain't just for that ass kiss that does shine Better cop a dime, as it is it's gonna be stroke time Hit the club, ice up, white silk'when I spot her up in no time She can bag it up like she ain't got no spine Quite and leave a broke ass nigga like a clothes line She don't want an old man, says she got her own self 'girl, you know you something else On some whole other shit, way, way out of here You ain't gotta say a thing, it's already clear You're too much, you're too much You're too much, you're too much She hotter than a devil, on another level I ain't wanna sweat here, really all that I could tell her was I ain't gonna lie, you a bad bitch and you marry but I'm the savage I talk a lot of shit but I can bag it, might get you whine first, I make you come first I make you feel good when it don't feel right And even though it's wrong, I make it feel right And you ain't never cheated but you still might I say we go and cop a firestorm and live life She hotter than a devil, on another level I ain't wanna sweat here, really all that I could tell her was You're too much, you're too much You're too much, you're too much She hotter than a devil, on another level I ain't wanna sweat here, really all that I could tell her was You're too much, you're too much You're too much, you're too much