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Renni Rucci - Made 2 Much lyrics

Artist: Renni Rucci

album: Made 2 Much


Watch me work out on this motherfucking beat
I got these bitches more mad than Monique
Got 31 flavors and he want a treat
He caught diabetes 'cause this pussy sweet
Stalking his wallet, I guess I'm a creep
Look at my watch, Patek, Phillipe
I run up a check, trap meat
Run up a check, Anthony
I fell in love with the hustle
My feature price going for double
My pieces is perfect like puzzles
I drip on these bitches like puddles
Eat on this box and this bubble
No, I do not wanna cuddle
He gon' have to use both hands
Or that nigga gon' fumble
Renni Rucci on my neck
Bird bitches tryna peck
Broke bitches look a wreck
Walking 'round like Shrek
Hit the bank and make a mess
Saint Laurent, a bitch blessed
Why the fuck this bitch pressed?
We could fight, say less
They don't really say too much
Prolly 'cause I made too much
They don't really say too much
Prolly 'cause I made too much
They don't come around no more
Prolly 'cause I'm way too much
I be like, raise who up?
Prolly 'cause I made too much
Back on my shit, I'm the queen of Zamunda
Hand me my crown and a bunch of them hunnids
Don't be talking 'bout money unless you gon' run it
If I let him hit, he gon' blow the whole budget
Freak in the sheets, yeah, I like me a roughneck
He do what I say, yeah, that nigga a puppet
He blow the whole check, yeah, he must wanna cuff it
Lost in the drip, he gon' need him a compass
Lately, I really been doing too much
Money, you really been losing too much
Half of these bitches be losing to us
How you rich with no car? That's confusing as fuck
I'm from the trap, we got lions and tigers
Niggas with guns and a whole lotta swipers
Shooters on deck, my whole hood on fire
Killers and fighters and niggas with priors
Ghetto bitch with a body
Iced up like hockey
Hot girl, Taki
Your city flopping, this floppy
Pull up swinging like Rocky
Made her humble, she was cocky
They stalking Renni, paparazzi
Doing like too much tryna watch me
They don't really say too much
Prolly 'cause I made too much
They don't really say too much
Prolly 'cause I made too much
They don't come around no more
Prolly 'cause I'm way too much
I be like, raise who up?
Prolly 'cause I made too much

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