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doubles in curepe - yung rudd lyrics

[intro]
-beatbox-
endings
my bank account have real big spendings
(that’s too much sauce)
me wah bull de gyal, me not on no friend ting
(vibes)
smoking big blend ting
yeah

[chorus]
yeah i smokes the weed
i have too much sauce
i cut out meat, i’m lean
i have too much sauce
yeah
first with the gold teeth
das too much sauce
yeah
k!ll the non-soca scene
das too much sauce
yeah
my shades, they round, they hippie
das too much sauce
yeah
they took my swag, they bit me
daiz too much sauce
yeah
your gyal, she wanted this d
das too much sauce
if you’d bunnit wit me
you have too much sauce

[verse 1]
they say, “boy, rudds why you’s rap about doubles?
das too much sauce!”
i does jes ask, “who status growing, while you does lost?”
yeah
they worship me like the rap allah
yeah my tunes some mosques
’cause a rudder sick and k!llin n-gg-s off
like some tumors hoss
pause

if trump is potus, i could run the world
try to tell me no?
i’ma tell you go
suck a scr-t-m like a lovely girl
while i’m rolling in the money, swerve
skrr! skrr skrr
hippiedadian spreading knowledge
f-ck a cheap thrill
if you really studied all your actions, you’d be going off
like you’re b. wils
best you look to call me meek mill
’cause i’m done with y’all dumb -sses
shmucks
lyrics, they’re dumb m-ssive
but
y’all feel what rudds has is
luck
they say, “doe bun mad spliffs!”
what?!?!?!
my grade’s above average!
trust
when i go and buy my new chain
i think what i must have is
pucks

’cause the ice so cold b
no stunting dais the old me
you’re just dwight, i’m kobe
you = d league, i’m gin-bli
i look at guys like kofi annan
like, “that’s my homey!”
trust, i’ma unite nations
if you agree, you knows me

yeah, swerve swerve
trust i’m almost huge like some c cups…
bands, skrrt!
f-ck a clinton, f-ck a d. trump
swerve, swerve swerve, bands
hold on let me burn my kief up
ok: time to pull some peeps up
you look for dis so doe beat up

beebo need to learn to hush he cxxx
man feel ’cause he make cl-ssic raps
that he cud come and say what he want
maybe true, but not bout ruddy ruddz

other men like they want the lumps
sending shots? when i see you dawg
it’s some hard lash in yuh muddacxxx
i ain’t no g, but ain’t b-mmy much

but is still respect
’cause beebo’s a man produce some of the hardest though
just learn ya role when you talk about
the trini man with the hardest flow
’cause me eno dawg, it seem like yuh deaf, or maybe r-t-rded tho
’cause “iz a trini” and “nah boy” both soca eh choruses pally so
visit dretchi, take premier with you

das word up to sef gaines
i know that y’all feeling chest pains
doe take it on, stop stressing
i coulda bull level bess tings
but they too slow and they puef plain
got me a gyal, she’s the best thing
s-xy and mad interesting

[chorus 2]
and why is she on me? (why? why?)
i have too much sauce
yeah
i cut out meat, i’m lean (yeah yeah!)
daiz too much sauce
yeah
first with the gold teeth (bling bling!)
das too much sauce
yeah
k!ll the non-soca scene (grrrrrah!)
das too much sauce
yeah
my shades, they round, they hippie (stay high)
das too much sauce
yeah
they took my swag, they bit me (i stay fly)
daiz too much sauce
yeah
your gyal, she wanted this d (from behind)
daiz too much sauce
yeah
if you’d bunnit wit me
you have too much sauce

[outro]
sky high
eye dry
watching at that weed like i spy!

- yung rudd lyrics

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