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Too Heavy Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Cornell
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Josiah Greer




Jay Cornell - Too Heavy Lyrics
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G I think we got one
Got his bitch in my lap
Givin' face, got him mad
F*ck a price, f*ck da tag
It don't even matter when you got a bag
All these other niggas keep goin out sad
I would never ever go out like that
If he don't know the price 38 for the bag
New glock, green beam, wit extended mag (yea yea)
Woah, too heavy
That bag startin to get too heavy (Yea Yea)
I won't f*ck yo bitch if she let me
But I heard she get wet like a jet ski (Yea Yea)
And I'm iced up like Wayne Gretzky
Bet none of these niggas won't test me
(Yea Yea)
Never hit the gym but I'm flexing
Bad bitch, dark brown like a Pepsi
Niggas be hatin when you gettin they dough
Can't ever leave the house without my pole
These niggas sellin out, they sellin they soul
I been gettin money since I hit the road
I aint gotta tell you, they say I'm the GOAT
I'm gettin money but I want some mo'
I got yo bitch takin trips on the road
She want some fetti but I told her no
Told her give me brain, not no migraine
I just took a plane and watched the time change
Nigga try me, end up on the front page
Run up on me, turn it to a gun range
If they bout that action, then we wit it too
I pour a 8 up inside of a 2
But I'm on point, you bet not try a move
Now niggas winnin, and we use to lose
I just sit back and I count up the blues
So many options don't know what to choose
Might hit ya bitch if it's nothin to do
Got me a penthouse, it's just for the view
Got his bitch in my lap
Givin' face, got him mad
F*ck a price, f*ck da tag
It don't even matter when you got a bag
All these other niggas keep goin out sad
I would never ever go out like that
If he don't know the price 38 for the bag
New glock, green beam, wit extended mag (yea yea)
Woah, too heavy
That bag startin to get too heavy (Yea Yea)
I won't f*ck yo bitch if she let me
But I heard she get wet like a jet ski (Yea Yea)
And I'm iced up like Wayne Gretzky
Bet none of these niggas won't test me
(Yea Yea)
Never hit the gym but I'm flexing
Bad bitch, dark brown like a Pepsi
Niggas be hatin when you gettin they dough
Can't ever leave the house without my pole
These niggas sellin out, they sellin they soul
I been gettin money since I hit the road
I aint gotta tell you, they say I'm the GOAT
I'm gettin money but I want some mo'
I got yo bitch takin trips on the road
She want some fetti but I told her no
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G I think we got one
Got his bitch in my lap
Givin' face, got him mad
F*ck a price, f*ck da tag
It don't even matter when you got a bag
All these other niggas keep goin out sad
I would never ever go out like that
If he don't know the price 38 for the bag
New glock, green beam, wit extended mag (yea yea)
Woah, too heavy
That bag startin to get too heavy (Yea Yea)
I won't f*ck yo bitch if she let me
But I heard she get wet like a jet ski (Yea Yea)
And I'm iced up like Wayne Gretzky
Bet none of these niggas won't test me
(Yea Yea)
Never hit the gym but I'm flexing
Bad bitch, dark brown like a Pepsi
Niggas be hatin when you gettin they dough
Can't ever leave the house without my pole
These niggas sellin out, they sellin they soul
I been gettin money since I hit the road
I aint gotta tell you, they say I'm the GOAT
I'm gettin money but I want some mo'
I got yo bitch takin trips on the road
She want some fetti but I told her no
Told her give me brain, not no migraine
I just took a plane and watched the time change
Nigga try me, end up on the front page
Run up on me, turn it to a gun range
If they bout that action, then we wit it too
I pour a 8 up inside of a 2
But I'm on point, you bet not try a move
Now niggas winnin, and we use to lose
I just sit back and I count up the blues
So many options don't know what to choose
Might hit ya bitch if it's nothin to do
Got me a penthouse, it's just for the view
Got his bitch in my lap
Givin' face, got him mad
F*ck a price, f*ck da tag
It don't even matter when you got a bag
All these other niggas keep goin out sad
I would never ever go out like that
If he don't know the price 38 for the bag
New glock, green beam, wit extended mag (yea yea)
Woah, too heavy
That bag startin to get too heavy (Yea Yea)
I won't f*ck yo bitch if she let me
But I heard she get wet like a jet ski (Yea Yea)
And I'm iced up like Wayne Gretzky
Bet none of these niggas won't test me
(Yea Yea)
Never hit the gym but I'm flexing
Bad bitch, dark brown like a Pepsi
Niggas be hatin when you gettin they dough
Can't ever leave the house without my pole
These niggas sellin out, they sellin they soul
I been gettin money since I hit the road
I aint gotta tell you, they say I'm the GOAT
I'm gettin money but I want some mo'
I got yo bitch takin trips on the road
She want some fetti but I told her no
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Writer: Josiah Greer
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