PASS THAT DUTCH lyrics

What they want?
What they really want?
Cause i'mma give it to 'em

(Pass that dutch) x8

Who's cooler than this, fem?
n*ggas wanna grip on this, trim
n*ggas wanna lick-lick on the cocoa clit
And little di*k n*ggas gone with the wind, like
He got the chedda
He wanna spend 'cause I f*ck him right
sh*t, I can get it
I'm freaky killing it every night
About a 7
He make it up with a tubby pipe
Keep the booty tight
He busts twice
Ya done me right

I said work that back, b*tch
Jiggle that fat
Run it back
Where your chummys at
When the gunny clap?
And the bag
n*ggas really fab
And they kill a fag
In the Louis bag
Is a 9 with a loaded mag
I attack on new n*ggas
I send 'em to the back
I relax and perm n*ggas
And leave 'em runnin' fast
What's a match to this b*tch?
I'm better than your class
You are grassy bum n*ggas
And b*tches kill in mass
No harm, I get it up
Ya b*tch I send it up

The f*ck?
Bum sl*ts is bustin' sus for what?
n*ggas better hush and duck
I pops the trunk
Sendin' two shots for butts
I pop the rump
I'mma need chips
Since I licked the chocolate stump
When I pop 10 rounds
Tell her son's is in the clutch

Bad as f*ck
b*tch I been that b*tch
n*ggas really f*ckin' up
Better hit that witch
I'm mad as f*ck
Finna get that clip
And blast at these n*ggas sayin'
"Girl, do that sh*t!"
'Cause im finna double dutch on a n*gga
Bust on a n*gga
If he really thinkin' he can f*ck with it
b*tch I'm finna load a clutch on a n*gga
Dust from a n*gga
If he think he winnin'
f*ck wrong with 'em?

Couple chips on the feet
Better check my Timbo's
Really never checkin' for a hoodrat bimbo
Might just let him hit it
In a min if he swing low
He beat-it-skeet-it up
Now I'm callin' him Kimbo

Want it with this itty-bitty pretty Django
Hey, if you can see me
Put ya tongue on my tang, hoe
When I touch up on ya n*gga
Do yo' chain hang low?
Do you got the 24's on ya new Range Rove?
You can get it 'cause ya pinky ring cold
Let's go to my home
So you can get this WORK! n*gga!!
Stupid b*tch-ass-b*tch
I been with it
They been dead-ed
He really want it
I pop him and let the crew get it
That top-tier
I been where they've been headed
LG that team n*gga
The two letters

Only f*ck with real n*ggas with big chips
Them go-getters
If he send shots
All I got to say is, "go gettem'"
If you a bad ass b*tch, better bump this sh*t
And twist and dip
Big di*k n*ggas wanna hump this

And this wide ass round
What ya lunch is?
n*gga munch this
Somebody tell me who these c*nts is
Cause I see these bum b*tches wanna infiltrate
Pop sh*t?
I pop 5
b*tch I'll pop ya face
Used to killin' any n*gga that is in my space
Really zip your body bag
Never leave that trace
All these money-hungry n*ggas wanna catch that taste
But wait...wait
Pump the brakes
The f*ck?

(Work that back, betta jiggle that fat b*tch) x4
(Pass that dutch)x8