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Too Many Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Smith
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Romelle Loiseau




Don Smith - Too Many Lyrics
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It's way too many
Room crowded, it's way too many
Tell me who 'bout it
It ain't too many
It's way too many
It's way too many
Room crowded, it's way too many
Tell me who 'bout it
It ain't too many
Way too many f*ckin' up the culture
Hoodrats eating right beside the vultures
I seen niggas crop day ones
Out the pics they posting
You taggin' photos with celebs
Like they homies now
But it's a difference between
A cosign and a photobomb
Some of you niggas is unfamiliar
I shouldn't have to tell ya
Can't let you cruise through my caridad
If you wasn't raised with Celcia
Uptown, I might run for mayor
No job is better
Thank god
I could have sold ye
Like old Rocafella
Trying to heal the hands hurtin'
Of my niggas working
Showin' up to Sunday Service
Fingernails dirty
God judge but we staying loyal
Same ones I look up to
Lost their right to voting
My nigga Sim could have told you
Everyday in the crib
Learned the game without a single tutorial
This about the be the sound
Of a brand new baseline
So many Tyronn Lues in the game
That it turned me A.I.
I stepped over niggas trying to block my shot
Like it's they day job
2019 I was in the crib like every day God
My ex ain't f*ckin' with me no more
I chose to get paid God
I saw the delivery man more than her
I can't stand his face God
Pushups or prayer
Which one gon' actually keep me safe God
I might
Break your record or take your necklace
I was raised somewhere between it
It's a weird space to be in
Lil' midwest chick suck a mean dick
Said the city gave her something to believe in
The semester ended
And she moved back to the burbs
Couldn't believe it
It's way too many
Room crowded, it's way too many
Tell me who 'bout it
It ain't too many
It's way too many
It's way too many
Room crowded, it's way too many
Tell me who 'bout it
It ain't too many
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It's way too many
Room crowded, it's way too many
Tell me who 'bout it
It ain't too many
It's way too many
It's way too many
Room crowded, it's way too many
Tell me who 'bout it
It ain't too many
Way too many f*ckin' up the culture
Hoodrats eating right beside the vultures
I seen niggas crop day ones
Out the pics they posting
You taggin' photos with celebs
Like they homies now
But it's a difference between
A cosign and a photobomb
Some of you niggas is unfamiliar
I shouldn't have to tell ya
Can't let you cruise through my caridad
If you wasn't raised with Celcia
Uptown, I might run for mayor
No job is better
Thank god
I could have sold ye
Like old Rocafella
Trying to heal the hands hurtin'
Of my niggas working
Showin' up to Sunday Service
Fingernails dirty
God judge but we staying loyal
Same ones I look up to
Lost their right to voting
My nigga Sim could have told you
Everyday in the crib
Learned the game without a single tutorial
This about the be the sound
Of a brand new baseline
So many Tyronn Lues in the game
That it turned me A.I.
I stepped over niggas trying to block my shot
Like it's they day job
2019 I was in the crib like every day God
My ex ain't f*ckin' with me no more
I chose to get paid God
I saw the delivery man more than her
I can't stand his face God
Pushups or prayer
Which one gon' actually keep me safe God
I might
Break your record or take your necklace
I was raised somewhere between it
It's a weird space to be in
Lil' midwest chick suck a mean dick
Said the city gave her something to believe in
The semester ended
And she moved back to the burbs
Couldn't believe it
It's way too many
Room crowded, it's way too many
Tell me who 'bout it
It ain't too many
It's way too many
It's way too many
Room crowded, it's way too many
Tell me who 'bout it
It ain't too many
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Writer: Romelle Loiseau
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