Too Greezy Songtext
von twentythree

She got her hand in my drawers
In the club, got a text from my ho
Smoking gas got me high, yeah, I′m gone
I don't know if I can make it back home
I don′t know if I can make it back, ooh
I don't know if I can make it back home
I don't know if I can make it back, make, I don′t know if I can make it back home

Pop another bottle, then we smash it on the floor
Hit the VIP, they finna open up the door
Beat her pussy up, I know lil′ shawty getting sore
Sniffing cocaine, yeah, she wanna have some more
Took another molly, now we dancing on the floor
I just got some Rick and Givenchy from the store
Yeah, I'm too flea, too fly for these hoes
Yeah, I′m two-three, but I bet you already know

Bitch, I'm too greezy, this shit way too easy
I got the money coming in, counting hundreds and fifties
I got a bad little bitch, she tryna suck all my feelings
I′m trying to hit it from the front, then cum on her titties


I'm the man in my city
Ain′t got no time for your feelings
You hit my line, but I'm busy
I pop a tag with my baby
I'm rocking Rick and Givenchy
I′m really rocking that Fendi
My brother swinging that semi
You can get hit in your belly
I′m mixing Prada, Givenchy
I'm rocking Rick and Hedi
She tryna give me heady
I might go fuck outta pity
I got the plug on my celly
My brother trap at the deli
I got a bitch at the telly
And I keep calling her baby

She got her hand in my drawers
In the club, got a text from my ho
Gas got me high, yeah, I′m gone
I don't know if I can make it back home
I don′t know if I can make it back, ooh
I don't know if I can make it back home
I don′t know if I can make it back, make, I don't know if I can make it back home