Denzel Curry - Too Many lyrics

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Denzel Curry - Too Many lyrics

[Intro – Baka Not Nice] Murda on the beat so it’s not nice [Hook/Chorus – Wiz Khalifa] I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank I have too much drank, I have too much drank I’m on too many things, on too many things On too many things, on too many things “you know it” N----s acting lame, looking at me strange “f--k ’em” I just f----d her once, I don’t know her name I’m on too many things, on too many things I’m on too many things, on too many things [Verse 1 – Juicy J] Hey, yeah, yeah I’m on too many things, your b---h gon’ let me bang These b-----s off the chain, my nuts I let ’em hang I got my money on my mind, it ain’t gon’ never change No matter how much dough you get, I know you still a lame You still ain’t in the gang, I’m still up in the game Send them my condolences, I’m ’bout to k** a game Got a b---h named Mary Jane and that b---h is flame I feel like I’m at the crib when I’m in the bank I’m on too many thing, she on too much ‘cane I pull up in Mulsanne, take up too many lanes They drive that b---h insane, she wanna give me brain And you know we can’t smoke it if it ain’t that dank [Hook/Chorus – Wiz Khalifa] I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank I have too much drank, I have too much drank “you know it” I’m on too many things, on too many things On too many things, on too many things N----s acting lame, looking at me strange I just f----d her once, I don’t know her name I’m on too many things, on too many things I’m on too many things, on too many things [Verse 2 – Denzel Curry] Too many people, that be too many voices And there’s 300 b-----s and ’bout 400 horses And ’bout 500 Porches, guess this hunnid’ extorted N----s acting like hoes, then they a-s get escorted up out the club, hoe! With the snub nose Who the hell you gonna try? I slow, banging too high to a point where it feel like I already died No lie, can’t reply to the textes that I get Smoking, sipping liquor now, used to be on that other s--t, but ayy Too many names, too many dames, I can’t complain Too many ways, too many things I can’t explain Too many people, too many photos, so when they change The day I do some dumba** s--t, then lead the gang [Hook/Chorus – Wiz Khalifa] I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank I have too much drank, I have too much drank “you know it” I’m on too many things, on too many things On too many things, on too many things N----s acting lame, looking at me strange I just f----d her once, I don’t know her name I’m on too many things, on too many things I’m on too many things, on too many things