4 Much

Duration

3:31

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

4 Much 2 times too much, I’m riding on 46s, 4 vixens, Big pimpin, while chewing on churches chicken, Skeet skirting around the corner, and I’m on anotha level Big bezels, my ice cold enough to freeze the devil Organizer of the bass, mid range, and yes the treble Suckas try to hem me up, I’m known to throw some elbows Dirty tactics, and that’s just the way that it goes Got hoes higher than the Poconos, I’m riding out so here we go I got my swag right? check, I got my mack right? Check It’s something bout them Trinity boys that gets them wet - Ch ch check! Make ‘em connect like playin a trifecta Menaging every time with dimes once I select her Respect a - playa, that’s major a rhyme sayor Conveyor, I gotta floss now, can’t hold back until later Pencil whippin niggas, with figures that’s so stupendous I’m doin 4 much there just no way to end this… Chorus: Right on time, that’s when we rolled up, Coat check, oh yes the best just showed up, Look as the time piece shines, its froze up Lord help me please I’m doin 4 much 4 much, midas touch, making bitches go dutch, Auto shifting, changing gears, and a nigga don’t need a clutch (Yup) I’m such flossa, I boss like Ricky Ross Got yo lady buying me gifts, that’s why I call her Santa Claus Suicide bomb ya set like I’m Hamas Yep yep I got that ganja mayne like Randy Moss, Aint nothing to it, let’s do it, like Nike did it, da business Call me Lebron, and yall can all be the witness To the king, bling, your highness on the scene, 2 broads on each wing, letting my nuts just swing, Like a spring fling, the ladies just cling I swear every day I feel taller than Yao Ming You can kiss the ring of the don, and get a glimpse of the charm, How many bitches dying to be on the arm, Of the marvellous, you can’t touch, yes I’m supreme With the highest self-esteem, I take it to the extreme! Chorus: Right on time, that’s when we rolled up, Coat check, oh yes the best just showed up, Look as the time piece shines, its froze up Lord help me please I’m doin 4 much If ya doin 2 much, better yet 4 much, Say hell yeah (hell yeah) If ya shine changes minds makin bitches just recline Say hell yeah (hell yeah) If ya swag’s right, and ya mack’s tight, Say yes sir (yes sir) You got a hotel suite, and you know you bout to leave Say with her, (with her) Slow down son ya killin ‘em, filling ‘em with adrenaline They illing on the nuts and just swinging like it’s a pendulum (schwingg!!) Cha cha cha ching, I make cash registers ring When I’m walking through the mall and aint even buying a thing Make a bitch sing and hit notes like M. Carey I told yall before I can’t help that I’m legendary 2 much, 4 much, I’m such a fucking nut Take a chance, get a glance, and watch nigga just strut like Chorus: Right on time, that’s when we rolled up, Coat check, oh yes the best just showed up, Look as the time piece shines, its froze up Lord help me please I’m doin 4 much