Too Cute To Be Stressed Lyrics

Yeah, uh, huh

Huh, yeah, huh, yeah

Oh Jesus it's getting real

Ya boy in need of a meal

Got hungry n ate the pill

Need help? Where's Dr. Doctor Phil

Need wealth, a couple bill

Nothing else, I keep It real

And if nothing else works I'm placing my bets on my deals

Out here making my bread

Out here making a mess

All these fakes can get left

Ima put you to bed

I'm equip for the test

I don't care for the rest

I'm too cute to be stressed

I'm too cute to be stressed

It's the sign of the times,

Yeah I'm finally fine

And I'm finally famous

Ya'll are fine to me nameless

Ain't got time to be gaming

All these dimes I be banging

All this wine I be dranking

I need God I feel shameless

Yeah I'm out ma mind

Yeah I'm outta the line

Yeah I gotta few dimes

And I gotta few nines

Got an eight that luvs cake

Take her straight to go bake

Den I got me seven

Girl, will pray me heaven

She told me I'ma do great

Gonna teach me lesson

Make me pray with reverend

I guess this my confession

Never question a session

I just need me a blessing

All these folks they be testing

They don't know I be wreckless

I'll pop off any second

I'm on top when I'm flexing

Got to stop all this sex-in

It's just hard when u handsome

I applied for forgiveness

And I pray for repentance

With all these hidden agendas

Lord please forgive 'em

Out here making my bread

Out here making a mess

All these fakes can get left

Ima put you to bed

I'm equip for the test

I don't care for the rest

I'm too cute to be stressed

I'm too cute to be stressed

Out here making my bread

Out here making a mess

All these fakes can get left

Ima put you to bed

I'm equip for the test

I don't care for the rest

I'm too cute to be stressed

I'm too cute to be stressed