Too Much (remix)
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Too Much - Cage (Remix)
Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate
Like when I put my foot down that b**ch still aborted it
Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one
Uh sir you can't leave with that
B**ch this my f**king son
Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox
With 151 drum bottles
I don't drink they gettin' flung
With lit rags in it kill 10 step dads a minute
Still won't be a star till the label as a gimmick
Even if I limit timid com mi tive cynics
Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic
You too can be a mock celeb or the last there is
Or be ghost like money that played casper in kids
I put a sick twist every other frame design so
You see aids victims selling pretzels at a slideshow
With a nine shown I brand and skin 'em
Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin' in 'em
Yo chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
They try to kill me through
My dick with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too much
Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
I roll too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
Don't stand off
Bullet holes show too much
They see w**d on dust with an ounce a pound
Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down
My impant I scarred I'm anti star
Though I shine like one buried underground with yall
And I tried to learn good just wasn't concerned should
I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood
My skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe ow
Dragged this big fat b**ch in to see shallow hal
I drink jack puff black in orange county
Bought a gun with a body to stick in this whore's audi
Knew this kid craze
He would stick d**e on a chick open ha'
Then I changed my name to cage like nick coppola
All these snakes with these forked tongues stitched together
After I put down the pepper I switch the weather
Whatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin' taken
For a rabbi appearance cuz they kneelin' to satan
Yo chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
They try to kill me through
My dick with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too much
Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
I roll too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
Don't stand off
Bullet holes show too much
Then I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fame
Rogue pistol runnin' through new york like max payne
Out shootin' celebs I'm rootin' for feds
In a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the heads
I run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute then
I wonder why I can't shake this insanity image
It's been a dead cage since
I've strapped to beds
And shot up with needles and five since
I put gas to heads
You was b**ch in high school no rep no threat
Riding my jacket like
I'm a hand off the fans at coat check
Haters want to put they b**ches up no stress
Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk
I scribble sh*t on paper pay rent look at nature
See a menage before lunch them b**ches are ravers
Drive blazers still inside my north face
Drippin' formaldahyde and short circuit my tazer
Yo chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
They try to kill me through
My dick with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too much
Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
I roll too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
Don't stand off
Bullet holes show too much
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[length:336]
[ti:Too Much (Remix)]
[ar:Cage]
[offset:0]
[al:Weatherproof]
[00:00.000] Too Much - Cage (Remix)
[00:05.78] Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate
[00:08.36] Like when I put my foot down that b**ch still aborted it
[00:11.26] Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one
[00:13.79] Uh sir you can't leave with that
[00:15.57] B**ch this my f**king son
[00:16.81] Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox
[00:18.74] With 151 drum bottles
[00:20.65] I don't drink they gettin' flung
[00:22.23] With lit rags in it kill 10 step dads a minute
[00:25.06] Still won't be a star till the label as a gimmick
[00:27.82] Even if I limit timid com mi tive cynics
[00:30.26] Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic
[00:33.31] You too can be a mock celeb or the last there is
[00:36.14] Or be ghost like money that played casper in kids
[00:38.65] I put a sick twist every other frame design so
[00:41.74] You see aids victims selling pretzels at a slideshow
[00:44.36] With a nine shown I brand and skin 'em
[00:46.88] Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin' in 'em
[00:49.56] Yo chris I think they think you know too much
[00:52.34] Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
[00:55.09] They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
[00:57.64] They try to kill me through
[00:58.94] My dick with these hoes too much
[01:00.47] You stack dough too much
[01:01.93] You smack hoes too much
[01:03.45] Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
[01:05.28] I roll too much
[01:06.18] They cut my hands off so
[01:07.50] I couldn't hold too much
[01:08.94] Don't stand off
[01:09.87] Bullet holes show too much
[01:11.58] They see w**d on dust with an ounce a pound
[01:14.47] Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down
[01:17.54] My impant I scarred I'm anti star
[01:20.04] Though I shine like one buried underground with yall
[01:22.78] And I tried to learn good just wasn't concerned should
[01:25.98] I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood
[01:28.67] My skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe ow
[01:31.14] Dragged this big fat b**ch in to see shallow hal
[01:34.44] I drink jack puff black in orange county
[01:36.75] Bought a gun with a body to stick in this whore's audi
[01:39.58] Knew this kid craze
[01:40.48] He would stick d**e on a chick open ha'
[01:42.58] Then I changed my name to cage like nick coppola
[01:45.00] All these snakes with these forked tongues stitched together
[01:47.73] After I put down the pepper I switch the weather
[01:50.41] Whatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin' taken
[01:53.31] For a rabbi appearance cuz they kneelin' to satan
[01:56.05] Yo chris I think they think you know too much
[01:58.71] Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
[02:01.43] They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
[02:03.99] They try to kill me through
[02:05.29] My dick with these hoes too much
[02:06.83] You stack dough too much
[02:08.04] You smack hoes too much
[02:09.49] Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
[02:11.36] I roll too much
[02:12.33] They cut my hands off so
[02:13.64] I couldn't hold too much
[02:15.06] Don't stand off
[02:16.00] Bullet holes show too much
[02:17.81] Then I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fame
[02:20.95] Rogue pistol runnin' through new york like max payne
[02:23.69] Out shootin' celebs I'm rootin' for feds
[02:26.24] In a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the heads
[02:29.13] I run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute then
[02:31.73] I wonder why I can't shake this insanity image
[02:34.59] It's been a dead cage since
[02:36.20] I've strapped to beds
[02:37.22] And shot up with needles and five since
[02:39.00] I put gas to heads
[02:40.12] You was b**ch in high school no rep no threat
[02:42.60] Riding my jacket like
[02:43.60] I'm a hand off the fans at coat check
[02:45.89] Haters want to put they b**ches up no stress
[02:48.45] Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk
[02:51.14] I scribble sh*t on paper pay rent look at nature
[02:54.19] See a menage before lunch them b**ches are ravers
[02:56.78] Drive blazers still inside my north face
[02:59.49] Drippin' formaldahyde and short circuit my tazer
[03:02.34] Yo chris I think they think you know too much
[03:04.75] Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
[03:07.45] They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
[03:10.15] They try to kill me through
[03:11.32] My dick with these hoes too much
[03:12.97] You stack dough too much
[03:14.26] You smack hoes too much
[03:15.69] Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
[03:17.55] I roll too much
[03:18.50] They cut my hands off so
[03:19.82] I couldn't hold too much
[03:21.25] Don't stand off
[03:22.18] Bullet holes show too much
[03:27.89]
[ti:Too Much (Remix)]
[ar:Cage]
[offset:0]
[al:Weatherproof]
[00:00.000] Too Much - Cage (Remix)
[00:05.78] Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate
[00:08.36] Like when I put my foot down that b**ch still aborted it
[00:11.26] Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one
[00:13.79] Uh sir you can't leave with that
[00:15.57] B**ch this my f**king son
[00:16.81] Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox
[00:18.74] With 151 drum bottles
[00:20.65] I don't drink they gettin' flung
[00:22.23] With lit rags in it kill 10 step dads a minute
[00:25.06] Still won't be a star till the label as a gimmick
[00:27.82] Even if I limit timid com mi tive cynics
[00:30.26] Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic
[00:33.31] You too can be a mock celeb or the last there is
[00:36.14] Or be ghost like money that played casper in kids
[00:38.65] I put a sick twist every other frame design so
[00:41.74] You see aids victims selling pretzels at a slideshow
[00:44.36] With a nine shown I brand and skin 'em
[00:46.88] Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin' in 'em
[00:49.56] Yo chris I think they think you know too much
[00:52.34] Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
[00:55.09] They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
[00:57.64] They try to kill me through
[00:58.94] My dick with these hoes too much
[01:00.47] You stack dough too much
[01:01.93] You smack hoes too much
[01:03.45] Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
[01:05.28] I roll too much
[01:06.18] They cut my hands off so
[01:07.50] I couldn't hold too much
[01:08.94] Don't stand off
[01:09.87] Bullet holes show too much
[01:11.58] They see w**d on dust with an ounce a pound
[01:14.47] Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down
[01:17.54] My impant I scarred I'm anti star
[01:20.04] Though I shine like one buried underground with yall
[01:22.78] And I tried to learn good just wasn't concerned should
[01:25.98] I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood
[01:28.67] My skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe ow
[01:31.14] Dragged this big fat b**ch in to see shallow hal
[01:34.44] I drink jack puff black in orange county
[01:36.75] Bought a gun with a body to stick in this whore's audi
[01:39.58] Knew this kid craze
[01:40.48] He would stick d**e on a chick open ha'
[01:42.58] Then I changed my name to cage like nick coppola
[01:45.00] All these snakes with these forked tongues stitched together
[01:47.73] After I put down the pepper I switch the weather
[01:50.41] Whatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin' taken
[01:53.31] For a rabbi appearance cuz they kneelin' to satan
[01:56.05] Yo chris I think they think you know too much
[01:58.71] Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
[02:01.43] They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
[02:03.99] They try to kill me through
[02:05.29] My dick with these hoes too much
[02:06.83] You stack dough too much
[02:08.04] You smack hoes too much
[02:09.49] Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
[02:11.36] I roll too much
[02:12.33] They cut my hands off so
[02:13.64] I couldn't hold too much
[02:15.06] Don't stand off
[02:16.00] Bullet holes show too much
[02:17.81] Then I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fame
[02:20.95] Rogue pistol runnin' through new york like max payne
[02:23.69] Out shootin' celebs I'm rootin' for feds
[02:26.24] In a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the heads
[02:29.13] I run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute then
[02:31.73] I wonder why I can't shake this insanity image
[02:34.59] It's been a dead cage since
[02:36.20] I've strapped to beds
[02:37.22] And shot up with needles and five since
[02:39.00] I put gas to heads
[02:40.12] You was b**ch in high school no rep no threat
[02:42.60] Riding my jacket like
[02:43.60] I'm a hand off the fans at coat check
[02:45.89] Haters want to put they b**ches up no stress
[02:48.45] Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk
[02:51.14] I scribble sh*t on paper pay rent look at nature
[02:54.19] See a menage before lunch them b**ches are ravers
[02:56.78] Drive blazers still inside my north face
[02:59.49] Drippin' formaldahyde and short circuit my tazer
[03:02.34] Yo chris I think they think you know too much
[03:04.75] Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
[03:07.45] They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
[03:10.15] They try to kill me through
[03:11.32] My dick with these hoes too much
[03:12.97] You stack dough too much
[03:14.26] You smack hoes too much
[03:15.69] Well you can blame it on the mint leaves
[03:17.55] I roll too much
[03:18.50] They cut my hands off so
[03:19.82] I couldn't hold too much
[03:21.25] Don't stand off
[03:22.18] Bullet holes show too much
[03:27.89]