Too Much Lyrics Saucy Santana

Talented rapper Saucy Santana drop another song titled Too Much on his youtube channel and other music streaming platform. Here you will get Saucy Santana Too Much lyrics Saucy Santana.

The song Too Much is written by Saucy Santana and music produced by Tretax.

In this post you will get Too Much Saucy Santana lyrics.

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Saucy Santana Too Much lyrics

[Chorus]
I been that bich and y’all can’t keep up
Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
Bich you running yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can’t fokk with no bums, cause I cost too much
They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much

[Verse One]
Uh, hoe you feeling tough then at me
Bank on slam dunk ballin’ like an athlete
Bich you a maid, you a lame, you a maddy
Hoe you done drunk too much, you getting aggy
Walk in the club, kill the scene, I’m a baddie
Drip got a whole bich gang lookin’ tacky
Got so many niggas I ain’t tryna meet ya mammy
Make ya baby daddy miss time with his family
These hoes foldin’ and scrollin’
These biches eyes is rollin’
You hoes sleep as hell, it’s giving mеlatonin
Yeah, I’m the baddest bich, ain’t got no opponеnt
I gave you 60 seconds, you done had ya moment
Ricky on my feet, pepssy on a lake
Gasping for air, begging for a break
Dinner being served, gon’ make your plate
And if a bich want beef, then I’m handing out steak

[Chorus]
I been that bich and y’all can’t keep up
Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
Bich you running yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can’t fokk with no bums, cause I cost too much
They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much

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[Verse Two]
You niggas rap bout the sauce that I been had
I was paid ‘fore rap, that’s a big bag
Yeah, bich I’m it, but I don’t play tag
And we don’t suck no dekk for no handbag (Nah)
Eat your favorite rapper, I could be the Pac-Man
Eat your favorite trapper, I could be the sack man
Gone pledge Kappa, cause you biches steady cappin’
Crunchin’ on you hoes, you can call me the captain
Yo rent cost my shoes
You cannot skip to my lou (To my lou)
Don’t stress how I do, I do me, do you
You know poppin’ bottles ain’t a damn thang (Nah)
I got the hot sauce for my lemon pepper wangs
Bich I kicked the door in, ain’t have to pull strangs
Yeah, I been the champ, I need six rangs