Too Long - Gucci Mane

Don’t leave her round me too long

Don’t leave her round me too long

I have my mind blown: too gone

If you leave her round me too long

Stretching pain out on myself, last night I was whiling out

Took so much damn Ace of Spades, woke up on somebody’s couch

Now I’m 'bout to throw a party. Who party right at the house?

Though I smoke at least half an ounce, so many blunts that I lost count

Now I’m wasted, loaded, bitch crazy, drunk, high, landed, rolling

Talking like a loco-motive, tell 'em four pounds' the quota

She hoping going blowing on pussy-ness that’s so explosive

House white with steel, ho I’m not a man to show no emotion

I got pornographic pictures in my iPad

Oh that’s your bitch? I fucked her, nigga. My bad!

So if you fuck my girl, we’ll be even Steven

But the difference 'bout me Imma keep it pimping

Don’t leave her round me too long

Don’t leave her round me too long

I have her smoking on that real strong

If you leave her round me too long

Back in at the West end, I’m sipping on a Martini

Yellow Lamborghini, 'bout the same color as a zucchini

Last night was a movie, I woke up with three women

Got two chains, two bracelets, she riding me and she getting it

On the fly-ti got a high price, this a lavish life, but I live it

Take your shots right like it’s fight night all night long and no twisting

They searched me when I came in, so I came in with three pistols

That jewelry on and my money long, but don’t bother me cause I’m chilling

Got three hoes on solo, but trust me no tripping

Ain’t acting like I ain’t in there, I’m on the stage, I’m tipping

Talk cashier, don’t gift it, get dope high, I’m lifted

Sip real lean, that codeine. Who got them prescriptions?