Chop - Too Many

New song for #TuesdaysNThursdays from 20 year-old producer/artist from Chesapeake, VA, Chop for A-List Productions. Follow @BelieveInChop and be sure to check out http://www.believeinchop.com for new songs.

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
If ya wanna fight, it ain't me,
Tryna get drunk til I can't see,

And shawty wanna ride, she like me,
I'm prolly gonna give that D,

Cause there's too many bytches,
To worry about a nigga,
And all of em buzzin off liquor,

There's too many bytches,
To worry about a nigga
And all of em buzzin off liquor,


Money in my pocket, pickin out the options,
Drinkin all this liquor til a nigga lose his conscious,
Shawty said want me, since she saw me at my concert,
Took her to the lexus, im lookin for my condoms,
There's too many hos, to be thinkin about a fight,
But if you wanna throw a punch, you better hit me a right,
Ya ass will get stomped out, muthafuckin chalked out,
A lover, but it really aint nothin to go the wrong-route,
I'm tryna palm that, tryna get up on that,
Shawty threw it back like she was rippin up a contract,
The whole club fulla broads and they all bad,
But niggas worried bout eachother like they all-fag,


I'm Tryna get some twerk, bound ta get to work,
Put my hand up on her belly while she grind and Pull my shirt,
I Move my hands lower, she replin with a smirk,
Baby bust it wide open, I ain't tryna do no jerk,
Mr. Swing that lumber, ima hit u and yo mumma,
And we aint makin love cause I never been a sucka,
I knew just what u wanted, got a Pocket full of a rubbers,
I'm just tryna bust a nut i don't really want ya number,
But niggas always starin like they really feel embarassed,
Grown-men scared of pussy, niggas softer than some ferretts,
Niggas can't even fight always grabbin like they wrestlin,
If u aint gon throw no punch, get the fuck up out my section

Hate me if ya wanna, bet im liver than a bytch,
And I bet I got a girl, that b down to make a flick,
Tryna get up-in-my-biz all you do is run-ya-lips,
Actin hard for these girls, like u really bout-that-shyt,
Don't even get it twisted, cause a nigga love to rumble,
But I'm sittin with these dimes, so tonight im tryin humble,
Got somethin in the trunk that'll make you niggas tumble,
That shyt's a 50 cal, it'll turn you to a tunnel,
All these women, and got all these haters,
I'm just a young nigga makin all this paper,
"Who you finna try" uh Shut it up, faker,
You can run ya mouth while im schemin on a banger,

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