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I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

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Guapdad 4000

Doing Too Much

 

Doing Too Much

(album: Dior Deposits - 2019)


[Intro:]
DTB Beatshop
Yeah, ayy
Finesse, finesse
DTB is a fucking check
Ayy (Yeah, let's go)
Hehe (It's a check), mm, ayy

[Guapdad 4000:]
She asked why the Rolls Royce swerving
Fucked in the backseat and nutted on the curtains
Bitcoin Batman, I trade with the Persians
Prada 'round this bloody like I'm playing with a virgin, huh
Nigga, I'm not tripping off no bitch
Talking to HBO 'bout shows I'm tryna pitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout your accomplishments, nerd
You SoundCloud's trash and your fits worse, ayy
Covered in designer, you a ball of corn
The only thing I fear is a crown of thorns
But I can't stop sinning, what I do to these women
They need to hang a nigga picture in a hall of porn
I don't got no feelings if you mad that the bands ain't peeling
Being broke make you sad, go change that feeling (Ayy)
I was trapping through a breakup, my heart was healing
I couldn't have a count, so I start stealing

Shout out to my old thing, I know she hate me
Shout out to my new thing, she going crazy
Setting all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight, I'm not breaking
I'm not sober so my
Mind's not in a good place
I'm doing too much, I'm doing too much
I'm doing too much, I'm doing too much

[Slimmy B:]
Come and throw that ass, throw that booty
LV, my bitch sick of all this Louie
In a Prada store, I'm wearing Gucci
Got a hundred in the choppa, shoot a movie
Your best friend a rat an' you a goofy
I'ma knock your bitch if she choosy
And I bet she eat this dick just like sushi
Hit it from the back, I make her wet, I make her juicy
If it's me and Guapdad then it's 'bout a bag
All these blues in my pocket got these niggas mad
I be talking money, I be talking cash
I'm Mike Tyson with this Glock, I ain't throwing jabs
Hell no, we don't finesse, [?] shit
Heard niggas say I changed when them bands hit
Stop tryna cuff that thot, let your mans hit
Young rich nigga and my ex can't stand it, bitch

[Guapdad 4000:]
Shout out to my old thing, I know she hate me
Shout out to my new thing, she going crazy
Setting all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight, I'm not breaking
I'm not sober so my
Mind's not in a good place
I'm doing too much, I'm doing too much
I'm doing too much, I'm doing too much

[Slimmy B:]
If it's me and Guapdad then it's 'bout a bag

[Guapdad 4000:]
Shout out to my old girl, I know she hate me
And my new one going crazy
Setting all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight (Hey, I'm really rich)
They say I be doing too much, yeah
I'm not boring, sorry, I'm not regular
I think I be doing too much, yeah
Off that 'gnac, this ain't gin, ayy
Baby, what's your pin? Ayy
Shout out to my old bitch, man, I bet she sick
Put the P in pneumonia, yeah, I'm silent but I hit
She would probably kill a bitch for this lil' dicky-dick
Yeah, she left me for that white boy, she on Lil Dicky dick
I was doing too much, yeah
I'm not boring, sorry, I'm not regular
I think I be doing too much, yeah
Off that 'gnac, this ain't gin
Hold on, baby, what's your pin?

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