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Too Much - Fat Nick
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Too Much Fat Nick

Too Much - Fat Nick
[Intro]
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy
Get over here

[Verse 1]
Smoking doinkey packs, all these blunts, I feel conceited
Yeah, I fucked your main thot, she the quickest semen eater
Come our way, the guap your meter
Pour that eighth in this two-liter
Stand up straight, I cannot hear you
Worth some guap, you can't come near
Bitches want to fuck me now
All these lames be oppin' now
Long ass clip, that thirty, pow
Run up on me, knock you down
This foreign car, this foreign thot
Go 'head, bend over, pop that twat
This Rari revvin', top get dropped
If that's your pint, go pop that top
Smokin' Thrax, come run that back
Put that pussy by my lap
This Euro bitch, the fuck she at?
I'm high as fuck, no lookin' back
I see the opp, got thirty mag
Thirty shells, no time to lack
This foreign car go foreign-fast
Foreign bitch off dope or flask
Bounce that ass and stay in place
This money comin' everyday
All this Act, can't feel my face
I'm smokin' dope, I'm feelin' great
Thot 'bout get up off my face
Only tend these Fendi frames
My ego big, my bitch look great
These no-name brands, stay out my face
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