Too Much chords by Dice Soho

SimplifiedEm · D · F#dim · Bm

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Verse 1
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I'm not that high, just kinda high
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Like, his levels are high
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I  ain't that high I'm high though
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But I ain't super high
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All these hunnids on the table
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Ah yeah, I'ma fuck around and spin it
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Ah yeah, I been poppin' pills and sippin'
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Ah yeah, too much paper we
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be gettin'
Spendin' bands, spendin' bands,
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young nigga
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And watch me run it up,
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watch me run it up
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Spendin' bands, spendin' bands,
young nigga
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And watch me run it up,
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watch me run it up
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New designer on me, all these tags on me
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All these racks on me,
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watch her throw that ass on me
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Had to run it up, saw her cuttin' up
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He got some money,
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now he goin' dumb as fuck
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Hit the club, fuck it up,
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threw a couple bucks
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Sorry, but your girl's a slut,
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man, just suck it up
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Yeah, she swallow,
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she ate me up for lunch
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Then rolled the blunt
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and part of four on my Hawaiian punch
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Mix it with Promethazine,
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now I'm in a dream
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Money long like limousines,
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can't fit in my jeans
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Drop the roof, make a scene,
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shout out to Peggy Ray
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Spent 30k cash,
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shit look like a hockey rink
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Ah  yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah
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She want the combination to the safe
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No, can't tell her, can't tell her,
can't tell her, no
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All the hunnids on the table, all the money
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Oh yeah, I'ma fuck around and spin it,
why we spin it?
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Oh yeah, I've been poppin'
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pills and sippin',
I've been sippin'
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Oh yeah, tell me which paper we be gettin',
too much
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Spin the bands, spin the bands,
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young n***a, blow it
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And while they run it up,
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watch me run it up, watch run it up
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Spin the bands, spin the bands,
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young n***a, blow it
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And watch me run it up,
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watch me run it up
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Niggas sleepin', fuck it,
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let em keep sleepin' on me
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4 AM is busy,
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late night creepin' on me
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Sit the ho  on Uber,
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told her call me when you outside
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Let her see the lifestyle,
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left her with her mouth wide
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She a eater, she gon' chew that
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boy up till her jaw's    tired
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Been in corners duckin', twerkin',
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swervin' through the south side
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You can't get paid,
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stayin' in the house, yeah
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Flew to LA, then I bought a loft, yeah
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Had to cut some lyin' bitches off, yeah
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Cause they couldn't understand the boss,
nah
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Remember gettin' trouble in them hoes
Now I can buy whatever
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whenever I'm in them hoes
Yeah, I stayed down,
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now I'm ballin' with my dawgs
Not any model, bitch,
I won't gon' let me in them drawers
Got a Barbie from Columbia,
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she'll come with flaws
Gotta move small,
I can't take another loss
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Hell nah, look at us
All the earnin's on the table
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All y   'all, I'ma fuck around and spin it
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Ah yeah, I been poppin' pills and sippin'
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Ah yeah, too much paper, we be gettin'
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Spin the bands, spin the bands,
young nigga
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And while they run it up,
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watch me run it up
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Spin the bands, spin the bands,
young nigga
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And watch me run it up,
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watch me run it up
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