Paintafresco - Double It Lyrics

(Wolf)
(Uptown Music)
(Gurumbiro)
(Garth the Producer)
(Gurumbiro)
(Gurumbiro)
Y'all niggas mumble and fumble it (Mumble and fumble it)
We get the bag and we double it (Double it)
We got the smoke and smart ones are bummin' it (Bumming it)
The dummies are bumbling
Quit all that infernal grumbling
(Pissing me off)
Cracking the code like we plumbin' it
(We plumbin' it)
Niggas just started but numbers is plummeting (Plummeting)
It's sticky like gum in it
Money ain't easy to make, it got people dying of BP
Spirit of poverty creeping
Telling Diaburo leave me, yeah (Satan, Satan)
I can't relate to fake, people that would never feed me
Leave me to starve streets
We working till we never need them
I'm on the go
Taking the money, and stuffing my pockets and searching for more
Kick in the door
I gotta to hustle to make it to places that they'll never know
Sell out the shows
I get the takings and then I'mma split it with all of my bro's
Life that I chose
Step out the house and I get a request for a pic from the hoes
I want a girl who a cutie cutie
Kabhebhi kanoda kushupirira
Lips on her tasting too tootie fruity
Anoda murume akabudirira
When we step out she gets suited, booted
Coco Chanel, anonhuwirira
She cooking for me on that wifey duty
Mmm, ndakapfuirwa
Paint a picture for 'em
How many niggas you know can switch up with the lingo they talking like that
Snap
Can't even cap
I'm steady guarding the bag like I'm Christopher Pratt
Shat
This nigga tapped
Doing it better than dude with the face with the tats
SLATT
They cannot match
'022 I'mma blow up and swim in the racks
FACTS
Y'all niggas mumble and fumble it (Mumble and fumble it)
We get the bag and we double it (Double it)
We got the smoke and smart ones are bummin' it (Bummin' it)
The dummies are bumbling
Quit all that infernal grumbling
(Pissing me off)
Cracking the code like we plumbin' it
(We plumbin' it)
Niggas just started but numbers is plummeting
It's sticky like gum in it
Money ain't easy to make, it got people dying of BP
Spirit of poverty creeping
Telling Diaburo leave me, yeah (Satan, Satan)
I can't relate to fake, people that would never feed me
Leave me to starve streets
We working till we never need them

(Wolf)
(Uptown Music)
(Gurumbiro)
(Garth the Producer)
(Gurumbiro)
(Gurumbiro)
Y'all niggas mumble and fumble it (Mumble and fumble it)
We get the bag and we double it (Double it)
We got the smoke and smart ones are bummin' it (Bumming it)
The dummies are bumbling
Quit all that infernal grumbling
(Pissing me off)
Cracking the code like we plumbin' it
(We plumbin' it)
Niggas just started but numbers is plummeting (Plummeting)
It's sticky like gum in it
Money ain't easy to make, it got people dying of BP
Spirit of poverty creeping
Telling Diaburo leave me, yeah (Satan, Satan)
I can't relate to fake, people that would never feed me
Leave me to starve streets
We working till we never need them
I'm on the go
Taking the money, and stuffing my pockets and searching for more
Kick in the door
I gotta to hustle to make it to places that they'll never know
Sell out the shows
I get the takings and then I'mma split it with all of my bro's
Life that I chose
Step out the house and I get a request for a pic from the hoes
I want a girl who a cutie cutie
Kabhebhi kanoda kushupirira
Lips on her tasting too tootie fruity
Anoda murume akabudirira
When we step out she gets suited, booted
Coco Chanel, anonhuwirira
She cooking for me on that wifey duty
Mmm, ndakapfuirwa
Paint a picture for 'em
How many niggas you know can switch up with the lingo they talking like that
Snap
Can't even cap
I'm steady guarding the bag like I'm Christopher Pratt
Shat
This nigga tapped
Doing it better than dude with the face with the tats
SLATT
They cannot match
'022 I'mma blow up and swim in the racks
FACTS
Y'all niggas mumble and fumble it (Mumble and fumble it)
We get the bag and we double it (Double it)
We got the smoke and smart ones are bummin' it (Bummin' it)
The dummies are bumbling
Quit all that infernal grumbling
(Pissing me off)
Cracking the code like we plumbin' it
(We plumbin' it)
Niggas just started but numbers is plummeting
It's sticky like gum in it
Money ain't easy to make, it got people dying of BP
Spirit of poverty creeping
Telling Diaburo leave me, yeah (Satan, Satan)
I can't relate to fake, people that would never feed me
Leave me to starve streets
We working till we never need them