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Too Crazy* - Roddy Ricch
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Too Crazy* Roddy Ricch

Too Crazy* - Roddy Ricch
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[Verse 1]
I was the outcast
So fresh, so clean soon as I step I'm seen
Turn hoop dreams to a coupe dream
Turn trap dreams into rap dreams
Spend all my time counting these dimes
I ain't even know what that thing
Young nigga got fascinated with these keys treating me like Nat King
Cole, so cold
You know what that means
Got young niggas that go hard with that crowbar you can fact-check
Always know how to play with my cards even if they dealt a bad deck
You know the whole squad getting dough
You ain't even gotta ask that
And I never dealt in talking
Like my neck no frostbitе
I ain't even gotta do flossing
Big dawg check thе pawprint
I got niggas put hands on they Glocks like they masseuses
While I'm in my two-seater wondering where my roof went

[Chorus]
Feel like I lost my brain, shit so crazy
Look inside the whip, shit look crazy
Seen my nigga turn on me that shit was crazy
Shit crazy
Shit too crazy
Feel like I lost my brain, shit so crazy
Look inside the whip, shit look crazy
Seen my nigga turn on me that shit was crazy
Shit crazy
Shit too crazy
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