too much - gudda gudda lyrics
[intro]
gudda
808 mafia
[chorus]
too much paper, too much paper, i can’t count it
rather scale all my weight, i ain’t counting
too much paper, too much paper, i can’t count it
rather scale all my weight, i ain’t counting
pocket full of drugs and a pistol
pouring up the purple drank, man, i got issues
pocket full of drugs and a pistol
pouring up the purple drank, man, i got issues
[verse 1]
riding in the foreign whip, now watch me scratch off
if you getting paper, i just take my hat off
ain’t no hating in my blood, no, that’s y’all
i got a semmi, let it bao, take your hat off
[?] show
tuck your chain when hoodie coming, call him d*bo
[?] after party and the freak show
a lot of drinking, a lot of f*cking, if i need those
yeah, we the mula gang, bunch of hooligans
ship the work out twice, and [?] 2 a day
me, hoodie, mack and tune, they call us 4 the hard way
we can sell it to you sober, get you [?] way
[chorus]
too much paper, too much paper, i can’t count it
rather scale all my weight, i ain’t counting
too much paper, too much paper, i can’t count it
rather scale all my weight, i ain’t counting
pocket full of drugs and a pistol
pouring up the purple drank, man, i got issues
pocket full of drugs and a pistol
pouring up the purple drank, man, i got issues
[verse 2]
i’ma chase this paper, til i sprane an ankel
i am my brother’s keeper, this ain’t cane and able
in the back of the maybach, oh yeah, it came with cable
and the whip is all white, just like the frames on [?]
i’m coming straight from the eastside, now watch me throw it up
give me 10 thousand for the party, i ain’t showing up
they call me gudda, lord gudda, you should kneel
blessed by the holy spearat on the real
l.a.t., we ’bout to go in for the k!ll
i put my family and my n*ggas in my will
my n*ggas loyal, they will follow me to h*ll
and go to war with the devil, sh*t is real
yeah
[chorus]
too much paper, too much paper, i can’t count it
rather scale all my weight, i ain’t counting
too much paper, too much paper, i can’t count it
rather scale all my weight, i ain’t counting
pocket full of drugs and a pistol
pouring up the purple drank, man, i got issues
pocket full of drugs and a pistol
pouring up the purple drank, man, i got issues
[verse 3]
[?] walking out my door without my medison
headed to work, i’m hard working like a mexican
here come the gudda train, i run over padestrians
my b*tch a lesbian, i f*ck watching espn
my cup is muddy, real muddy
flag bl**dy, bad b*tches love me
yes, i am loaded day and night, oo, i’m kid cudi
shoot up the scene and leave, and then think nothing of it
closet full of polo, they think i play rugby
take a bad b*tch, and f*ck her til she ugly
that right, i hustle all day, [?] i don’t be playing
take a bag full of money, and then we weigh it
yeah, we weigh it
[chorus]
too much paper, too much paper, i can’t count it
rather scale all my weight, i ain’t counting
too much paper, too much paper, i can’t count it
rather scale all my weight, i ain’t counting
pocket full of drugs and a pistol
pouring up the purple drank, man, i got issues
pocket full of drugs and a pistol
pouring up the purple drank, man, i got issues
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