Lu Cipher - Way Too Many

I got way too many hoes
I got way too many
Got Balenciaga hoes
I got JC Penney
That’s supposed to be yo bitch
With me she way too friendly
She fix me dinner in yo kitchen
She ain’t make you any
I got way too many
I got way too many
I got way too many
I got way too many
Mama told me if I love em
Then I gotta let em go
I love em so I let em go
But I got way too many
What you getting for a show
I get for walking through the door
I’m talking all across the globe
The way I marketed the flow
I’m taking Marcus on a tour
The boy retarded with flow
I leave the venue with ya hoe
Some shit I thought that you should know
They keep me grounded when I’m high
They pick me up when I get low
You can see that it’s a vibe
When they come to every show
Niggas ask me for a ride
And I had to tell em no
I got no room in the car
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
Mama told me if I love em
Then I gotta let em go
I love em so I let em go
But I got way too many
I’m monumental when I grip pencils
The competition ain’t a big issue
I could switch it like a Nintendo
I’m God to niggas
I’m a bit Vishnu
You got it twisted like a mixed signal
I got the gift like I’m Kris Kringle
If I pop a nigga with this big pistol
It’ll drop a nigga like a hit single
I said oh no
I can’t save you
Gotta make it on ya own hoe
Won’t spend a dollar
Girl you gotta bring ya own dough
Cuz saving hoes is something I just don’t condone no
No no no no no
They keep me grounded when I’m high
They pick me up when I get low
You can see that it’s a vibe
When they come to every show
Niggas ask me for a ride
And I had to tell em no
I got no room in the car
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
Mama told me if I love em
Then I gotta let em go
I love em so I let em go
But I got way too many
Ain’t no more room in the car
I got way too many
So I cannot get too far
I got way too many
They starting to get up in my way
I got way too many
Might have to give some hoes away
I got way too many
Don’t like surprises
You can hate me
Please don’t do it on the low
Swallow your pride
You got a problem with my guys
Just let me know
Them Shottas right beside my side
We cock them 9s
We let em go
We stop a life
Then go right back to homicide on every flow
I could stick my cock inside of any hoe
Just rock my rhymes
And fuck somebody wife right after every show
Send a picture of me getting dome
Because I’m petty though
So much rounds up in the can
You think the shit Spaghetti-O’s
Can’t make this up
Tried to take my hoes all on a date at once
I got the whip but shit we got to take the bus
Made reservations
Still we show up late as fuck
I got way too many hoes
And somehow it ain’t enough
They keep me grounded when I’m high
They pick me up when I get low
You can see that it’s a vibe
When they come to every show
Niggas ask me for a ride
And I had to tell em no
I got no room in the car
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many hoes
Mama told me if I love em
Then I gotta let em go
I love em so I let em go
But I got way too many
I got many
Many hoes
Many
Way too many
Way...
I got many
Many hoes
Many
Way too many
I got many
Many hoes
I got way too many
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many

Written by:
Owen Reid

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