Lyrics:
to take your phone
Cause you far away from home
Baby let me be your tour guide
I'm your burger
You my fries
Run through sets
Come through sets
You could never see what we be doin
We make moves like the teachers union
All the chronic that we be consuming
Backwoods as fat as a Cuban
You could
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
you wonder if you wasting time
Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds
What different niggas feels in they hearts is scary
I used
through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other
hittin' that clutch
In the black truck, what? Fuck your back up
My dutch be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture
Ayo, feel what
rob
My hard knock life, I could of wrote that for Hov'
Shorty, give me a ginger ale and dutch masters
Matter fact, hand me the phone I'm bout
rob
My hard knock life, I could of wrote that for Hov'
Shorty, give me a ginger ale and dutch masters
Matter fact, hand me the phone I'm bout
Watching bob's burgers
Dutch boy blu burger
Yeah we i s o you could
Say them guys is a merger
Keep ya connect wifi
They controlling the servers
Hit
holding they sternum
Like what the fuck
Ugh
Jump back in this a double dutch
A MC with a hammer bitch I can't be touched
Hold up
If you talk too much
I call
really IT, call me Pennywise
That's just how I am, finally do that shit anyway
Don't get it how you want, nigga this ain't fucking Burger King
Don't get it
hitting a lick unless I’m pouring up
And I don’t fuck with swishers
Only roll with Dutch’s
Good vibes we don’t hold grudges
Bad women doing toe touches
25
Hit the opp block with that bitch and took 20 lives
Then I shot up Burger King them bitches ain't Gemme fries
Switches get to blickin' make em hit
Willie burgers and Johnny rockets
Harlem is lit they outta pocket
Costume jewelry they gotta stop it
Career dead put ya own face in a Locket
Profit
die Bürger wollen keine Zellbuletten aus der Petrischale
Das Vieh muss sterben und ich will dem folgen für das Cash, auch wenn es mir genetisch nah ist
seen purple
Keep it in the circle
Reach the ultimate high
Number 9
Verse 1:
This land ruled by dutch masters
cold hearted bastards
sipping
Coast of cfrica
The English and the Dutch
Doffed their caps and said my friends
We ain't asking much
Just your mothers and your fathers
Your daughters
the dutch, Dizzle tell 'em to duck
Hitman for hire, Blacksmith put it up
Courtesy of Kweli, you got a problem with me
Phil Da Agony, Strong Arm Steady
We
stop
At 23rd and Union, the driver broke left
Kevin shouted, "Broadway! It's time to get def!"
My girl blew me a kiss. She said I was the best
She's
me show my skill
It's the Scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga DL wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on Union Street
a long belly on the industry
Flip burgers to pasteries
Look at me with your long teeth
Bitin' on my word lookin for raw beats
Bitches gettin mad when they
sauce
Too much sauce, might catch it drippin off
Onto a burger, that’s the same beef they talkin bout
I’m dirty south, southpaw, and an outlaw
Got ya baby
out and play
And the double dutch bus
Had you bumpin' on down the street
Tryin' to move your feet
While you shake your little booty
To the groove
burger patties on a grill
Yeah and once I hop off the plane
I'm gonna cop me some pot, go shopping for strains
No property for sale but there's a lot on my
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