#TheAnti - TMI (Prod. by Pyro Beats)

Too much information in my phone
I swear she blow me up
Give her what she want
Then kick her out
And she still at my door
That's TMI
(Hey, you know that's too much)
TMI
(I gotcha bitch with me what you saying)
Too much information in my phone
I swear she blow me up
Give her what she want
Then kick her out
And she still at my door
That's TMI
(Mane, can you dig it my nigga)
TMI
(Mane, it's in my blood whatchu saying)

There she go
Still calling my phone
This hoe won't leave me lone
I'm chasing dough
Call me krispy kreme
Smoking on optimos
Kicking flavor like Chila
Chinchilla summer
Shorts in winter
Whatchu saying
Bitch I'm hot and cooler than your ceiling fan
Curtis Mayfield
Oh you ain't know
I'm yo bitch pusher man
Give her dick
Then I'm outcho front door
Like the Mailman
Karl Malone
Hands behind my head
When I'm up in the air
So give her here
Imma make you jealous
When I'm finished with her
Niggas like to put hands on they hoe
When they finished with em
I ain't that type of nigga
Baby I can show you different
Treat you good and spoil you rotten
Like a nigga should
But if you tripping
Imma let you go
No if or ands about it
Yeah, cause I ain't gotta put up widcha attitude
Rudeness, better say excuse me
When you walking thru
Bumping that Beyonce
Always yelling to the left
But when that lame
Can't lay that pipe
I swear she right back in my bed
Gahdamn

Too much information in my phone
I swear she blow me up
Give her what she want
Then kick her out
And she still at my door
That's TMI
(Hey, you know that's too much)
TMI
(I gotcha bitch with me what you saying)
Too much information in my phone
I swear she blow me up
Give her what she want
Then kick her out
And she still at my door
That's TMI
(Mane, can you dig it my nigga)
TMI
(Mane, it's in my blood whatchu saying)

Fucking with them lames
Don't getchu nowhere
Let me show you different
My money won't pay attention
I'm different if you should mention
My actions are real specific
My Floetry
Deeper than the ocean
Johnny Taylor
I'm talking stroking in a motion
Slow roll it
I'm bending corners in my chevy
Or the excursion
Which way you working?
If I catch you slacking
On your macking then its over
No need to call ya bitch
Just know she with me
And its over
(Should've paid ya hoe more attention)
(I thought I told ya)
She wouldn't text me
If you had it, if I should mention
You niggas failing, still limping
Simiping you need detention
They say I'm wicked
Well, I guess my money's evil then
I sacrificed to much to live this life
Fuck the love and fuck the fame
Pay me my money and we even
All these hoes wanna fuck with me
I pay that no attention
Don't call my phone
If it ain't business or bout my children

Too much information in my phone
I swear she blow me up
Give her what she want
Then kick her out
And she still at my door
That's TMI
(Hey, you know that's too much)
TMI
(I gotcha bitch with me what you saying)
Too much information in my phone
I swear she blow me up
Give her what she want
Then kick her out
And she still at my door
That's TMI
(Mane, can you dig it my nigga)
TMI
(Mane, it's in my blood whatchu saying)

Written by:
Deondreke Douse

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