Lyrics:
a bubble butt
Put the straps down, you get jumped like it's Double Dutch
I got drank, I got chips, I'ma run it up
Call me Mr. Game 7 cause I come in clutch
CHORUS:
With a Dutch in my hand,
Ashes on the paper
Somewhere lost in a trance
With build up thoughts
Lay them out with this pen
Pictures Drawn from
I started feeling the pressure
So I need a little hope
I need to double the dutch
Like I started jumping rope
My body surrounded by water
I'm not
most often is gobbled
Stackin my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo
Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs
Tryna get my mind stuck "In
Stackin my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo
Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs
Tryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love
with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key
track the God is on
They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on
Straight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John
Tom Tom, direct me
a gangsta ass whip
Pull up then gangsta ass chic
Do that lil gangsta ass shit
Say I'm that bitch
I'm really that nigga
I get it jumping like double dutch
going to penetrate the adamant
Sending him direct shots, your call isn't answering
I'm a mobbing nigga to the youth I speak positive
But the Bobby Brown
I’m too nervous
I’m alert can’t hesitate
But really I be praying niggas says something
I’m candy man just come direct if your gone name us
Just say my
themselves white several centuries ago
They were living off the land with the trees
They were Dutch, they were Irish, they were German
They were Greek with
I'm live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
Because I'm back on a roll, got total control
I flow like the water out your toiler bowl
Your style is
the dutch
Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients
My words are blatant, lacerate necks for
like Ammonia
You can get the coughing to
Bag on ya head i’m heading there to auction you
Bird bitch
Run and then we hawking you
No bird shit when I twist
not for auction
I’m the hottest nigga in my city and I know it
I’m gone top Da goats like big and PAC
And I own it
Ion like no liquor and I won’t drink
gram
Crack that Dutch, prepare it
Broke the bowl, repair it
Pack right up the berry
Photo op them blotter
Then we both go airy
Yeah, yeah, drip, drip
Tressh
Might fck on
On first night
Cause she saw
Gun sight
Pardon my
Duchie
I’m Dutch like 5
On my bullshit
I play no games
I’m ruthless
on David Lineage
Strong like perpetuity
Yeah it's strong like perpetuities
Oh gosh
Bull been branded
Then landed on the slaughter auction
That's wild like
This TIP
Man the King himself, man, live
And direct from the streets of
The A Town ayy, man
It bring me great pleasure to introduce to
You my man Meek
putting fire to the Pyrex
Fuck a diss track I bring it to you direct
I kill you then the witness die next
44 Bulldog is a
You never progress if you only
Know they can't directly direct it at
Me I don't respect it
And you don't really want it
With Hov for the record
I put a couple of careers on hold
- you
[Featuring Keith Murray Redman]
[Redman]
Nah nah check this out yo
I grab my dick spit hit the blinkers split
the Dutch Coronas
Dark matter with the sparks scattered up above
Velvet hands in the upper glove, touch
Like bad double dutch
And two Amsterdam's ain't enough,
Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up
Live and direct, respect it
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