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dedication - dutchy lyrics

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[intro: dutchy]
suckin’ on that p-ssy, man i got her super wet
no deal with nike but i am a walking check
stupid gang forever, b-tch i rock my nerdy specs
ridin’ ’round with them chickens in that corvette
i’m the best, had to get that sh-t up off my chest
gettin’ dead faces, then you gotta make it stack
i might fly that p-ssy out, but i’m southwest
ayyee!, ayyee!

[hook 1: dutchy]
ayyyeee! she wanna smoke up the pound wit’ a rock-star
ayyee! i put that lil’ bih in a figure four leg lock
lay in a pull of ya’ own blood if you get caught with ya’ pants down
ambulance speedin’, sirens is screamin’, you know it’s man down

[verse 1: dutchy]
choppin’ sh-t down like i’m zelda, i’m bout my bread like a pretzel
margiela to step on the pedal, margiela to step on the pedal
kush to the face ’til i’m zombie, in the booth spit like a tommy
i remember we used to be bummy, but now we want keys to the mase’
hop out the car like i’m ric flair
earrings they cost quarter brick fair
i remember we used to be wheel fair
had to keep it pushin’ like a wheelchair
don’t rock no robin’s, upgraded my fashion
christ watching over me, i got the p-ssion
she ride this d-ck while i rock my medallion
fly like aladdin, i swoop up a jasmine
run ’em bands up, bout to turn up a bracket
when you get money, man turn up yo’ savage
these n-ggas talk sh-t but these n-ggas no factor
run my line back, bet it hit like a tackle
these verses like church and the booth is my chapel
i got the juice, b-tch who need a snapple?
make you salute or my troops gon’ attack you
b-tch i got the juice, ho who need a snapple?
ayyee!

[hook 2: dutchy]
ayyyeee! she wanna smoke up the pound wit’ a rock-star
ayyee! i put that lil’ bih in a figure four leg lock
lay in a pull of ya’ own blood if you get caught with ya’ pants down
ambulance speedin’, sirens is screamin’, you know a man down
ayyyeee! she wanna smoke up the pound wit’ a rock-star
ayyee! i put that lil’ bih in a figure four leg lock
lay in a pull of ya’ own blood if you get caught with ya’ pants down
ambulance speedin’, sirens is screamin’, you know a man down

[verse 2: dutchy]
no tony montana my nose, my n-gga we stick to the code
we work the booth just like a stove, the wrist is arabian stones
i’m ’bout to get loud on her flower, 7 bands all in my trousers
i am a boss, and i take yo’ b-tch, just like i’m bowser
the lambo is comin’ in, the bentley is comin’ in
so i’ll be gone ’til november, i feel like wyclef and ’em
i ball like a stadium, i’m ballin’ gymnasium
she think i’m an atm, but i need some cranium
ain’t worried ’bout f-ck sh-t, got choppas like navy seals
success is gon’ push us, because i’m forever trill

[hook 2: dutchy]
ayyyeee! she wanna smoke up the pound wit’ a rock-star
ayyee! i put that lil’ bih in a figure four leg lock
lay in a pull of ya’ own blood if you get caught with ya’ pants down
ambulance speedin’, sirens is screamin’, you know a man down
ayyyeee! she wanna smoke up the pound wit’ a rock-star
ayyee! i put that lil’ bih in a figure four leg lock
lay in a pull of ya’ own blood if you get caught with ya’ pants down
ambulance speedin’, sirens is screamin’, you know a man down

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