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Too Much - Slowed

de Bartees Strange

Berlin city where I saw the finer things
Candy lip, I swear she taste like tangerine
Throw a rack on, baby, wrist so she the ting
Broke ass nigga, but I got Versace dreams, does it lean

I hit a lit bruh, I can’t afford ya
Why we afraid, love, they don’t believe ya
When I was sidelined, no one believed me
But now I got posters, lil baby, neck gleaming
That aint a snack, lil baby, a meal
I rent out the lear, would take you a year
See, I'm in Berlin, and I'm sitting sideways

Don’t you come up out the crib if you ain't strange, babe
You gon’ miss the wave, babe
Yah babe, yah babe
You don't leave the crib, you’ll miss the strange wave
That’s what I think, babe
Broke ass nigga, but I got Versace dreams

I got the billie here in my jeans
I hit the button for wetter things
Put that on seven, I still believe
Draped in Versace, I'm kerosine

Put that on clapton, my niggas cream
Cash rule the world so I gotta beam
Ultra light mommy from medellin
They call me chapo, I got the beans

Jetton’ stateside for the kickback
Meet ya daddy, momma, cousin, all that
Make a quick pit stop, get get my brick back
Put that on my momma, we don’t slip back

Don’t send your bitch to a God
Buss it down right on my cross
And if she don’t leave the crib
She’ll miss the strange wave
That’s what I think babe
Broke ass nigga, but I got Versace dreams

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