paroles de chanson TMI - #TheAnti
Too
much
information
in
my
phone
I
swear
she
blow
me
up
Give
her
what
she
want
Then
kick
her
out
And
she
still
at
my
door
That's
TMI
(Hey,
you
know
that's
too
much)
TMI
(I
gotcha
bitch
with
me
what
you
saying)
Too
much
information
in
my
phone
I
swear
she
blow
me
up
Give
her
what
she
want
Then
kick
her
out
And
she
still
at
my
door
That's
TMI
(Mane,
can
you
dig
it
my
nigga)
TMI
(Mane,
it's
in
my
blood
whatchu
saying)
There
she
go
Still
calling
my
phone
This
hoe
won't
leave
me
lone
I'm
chasing
dough
Call
me
krispy
kreme
Smoking
on
optimos
Kicking
flavor
like
Chila
Chinchilla
summer
Shorts
in
winter
Whatchu
saying
Bitch
I'm
hot
and
cooler
than
your
ceiling
fan
Curtis
Mayfield
Oh
you
ain't
know
I'm
yo
bitch
pusher
man
Give
her
dick
Then
I'm
outcho
front
door
Like
the
Mailman
Karl
Malone
Hands
behind
my
head
When
I'm
up
in
the
air
So
give
her
here
Imma
make
you
jealous
When
I'm
finished
with
her
Niggas
like
to
put
hands
on
they
hoe
When
they
finished
with
em
I
ain't
that
type
of
nigga
Baby
I
can
show
you
different
Treat
you
good
and
spoil
you
rotten
Like
a
nigga
should
But
if
you
tripping
Imma
let
you
go
No
if
or
ands
about
it
Yeah,
cause
I
ain't
gotta
put
up
widcha
attitude
Rudeness,
better
say
excuse
me
When
you
walking
thru
Bumping
that
Beyonce
Always
yelling
to
the
left
But
when
that
lame
Can't
lay
that
pipe
I
swear
she
right
back
in
my
bed
Gahdamn
Too
much
information
in
my
phone
I
swear
she
blow
me
up
Give
her
what
she
want
Then
kick
her
out
And
she
still
at
my
door
That's
TMI
(Hey,
you
know
that's
too
much)
TMI
(I
gotcha
bitch
with
me
what
you
saying)
Too
much
information
in
my
phone
I
swear
she
blow
me
up
Give
her
what
she
want
Then
kick
her
out
And
she
still
at
my
door
That's
TMI
(Mane,
can
you
dig
it
my
nigga)
TMI
(Mane,
it's
in
my
blood
whatchu
saying)
Fucking
with
them
lames
Don't
getchu
nowhere
Let
me
show
you
different
My
money
won't
pay
attention
I'm
different
if
you
should
mention
My
actions
are
real
specific
My
Floetry
Deeper
than
the
ocean
Johnny
Taylor
I'm
talking
stroking
in
a
motion
Slow
roll
it
I'm
bending
corners
in
my
chevy
Or
the
excursion
Which
way
you
working?
If
I
catch
you
slacking
On
your
macking
then
its
over
No
need
to
call
ya
bitch
Just
know
she
with
me
And
its
over
(Should've
paid
ya
hoe
more
attention)
(I
thought
I
told
ya)
She
wouldn't
text
me
If
you
had
it,
if
I
should
mention
You
niggas
failing,
still
limping
Simiping
you
need
detention
They
say
I'm
wicked
Well,
I
guess
my
money's
evil
then
I
sacrificed
to
much
to
live
this
life
Fuck
the
love
and
fuck
the
fame
Pay
me
my
money
and
we
even
All
these
hoes
wanna
fuck
with
me
I
pay
that
no
attention
Don't
call
my
phone
If
it
ain't
business
or
bout
my
children
Too
much
information
in
my
phone
I
swear
she
blow
me
up
Give
her
what
she
want
Then
kick
her
out
And
she
still
at
my
door
That's
TMI
(Hey,
you
know
that's
too
much)
TMI
(I
gotcha
bitch
with
me
what
you
saying)
Too
much
information
in
my
phone
I
swear
she
blow
me
up
Give
her
what
she
want
Then
kick
her
out
And
she
still
at
my
door
That's
TMI
(Mane,
can
you
dig
it
my
nigga)
TMI
(Mane,
it's
in
my
blood
whatchu
saying)
1 Ehh...
2 Speed It Up
3 Hurricane Hugo
4 Mirage
5 Super Saucing
6 Questions (Interlude 2)
7 I'm The Man, Pt. 2
8 TMI
9 Going & Going
10 G's & A Bodies
11 Flaws & All
12 Just For Tonight
13 Let Me
14 Get Out Your Own Way (Interlude 3)
15 Riding Solo
16 Fell Off
17 Contemplating
18 NahFr (Drinking The Pain Away)
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