Fat Trel

Fat Trel - Too Much (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Hook)

Don't think about it too much x4

There's no need for us to rush it thru

Don't think about it too much x4

This is more than just a new lust for you

(Verse)

Baby mothers, I hate 'em, they just want you to pay 'em

They just fuckin' forget you, you die, they neva miss you

Now one of my baby mother's dead, the otha one left me

I wish I had the heart to share with y'all what she be wishin'

Death, so I picture me taking my last breath

But still I hear my mother voice like this my last step

Boy, you just got a deal, from here on out just keep it real

Just tell your fans the truth, God know how you feel

Fuck all the money, I'm still hunger cry everyday

When I got shot, wondering why He ain't take me away

Why? Slow singer, flower bringer, to rest I lay, (why?)

Slutty boyz carry my coffin' to the pearly gates (but why?)

Rental whips switchin' place, only investigation

Give a fuck, I'll be undefeated, I'm tired to wait

Family died, there no question, just retaliation

So middle finger, fuck the world, get that bitch payed

(Hook)

Don't think about it too much x4

There's no need for us to rush it thru

(I'm hearing voices in my head)

Don't think about it too much x4

(Fuck the world, get that bitch payed)

This is more than just a new lust for you

(Verse)

Fuck 'em, kill 'em, rob 'em, duck, promised to never love 'em

Cold hearted, neva started, all these bitches retarded

I'd give my last breath to give Taisha's soul back

Remember my daughter crying, "where'd mommy go, dad?"

I just told her "Mommy gone back inn the sky up there with God,

Cause that's where home at"

Inside, I know she got her wings, I know she flown back

Cause I can hear God talk, like hold that(?)

So I just roll with the punches, I remember being rest

Leave a spot on the block, but the punches I promise

There's nothin', they talkin' in dump, smokin' and slumpin'

They leavin' 'em bleak on the streets for no reason

I just thought I was dreamin', went from plottin' to schemin'

Back to trappin' and rappin' to pistol, packin' for action

Now they say Gleechy is global, how did he make it happen?

I just tell 'em, keep calm, remain happy, and it have to happen

(Hook)

Don't think about it too much x4

There's no need for us to rush it thru

(I'm hearing voices in my head)

Don't think about it too much x4

(Fuck the world, get that bitch payed)

This is more than just a new lust for you

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