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d-lo - double dutch كلمات الأغنية

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[verse 1: d-lo]
remember the first time i shot a n-gga (brrah)
mask on, mary poppin’ n-ggas (brrah)
i bag sh-t like i’m shoppin’, n-gga (yeah)
toe tags for a lotta n-ggas (yeah)
cocaine, yeah i’m dope, y’all (dope)
sleepy caine and i’m o-dog
i bounce out, don’t make me show y’all
five bands for a show, dog
these n-ggas is b-tches like tyler perry (woo)
four five, call it halle berry (woo)
and you can get f-cked by that b-tch (brrah)
i hit sh-t, call me bonds, barry
whole lotta blues in my denim jeans
she chose up and gave me twenty gs
i spent that on some drugs, n-gga (on some drugs?)
couple guns, h-lla syrup, n-gga (and some syrup?)
the murder rate jumpin’ like double dutch (what?)
two in one day, that’s a double-up (brrah)
yo’ n-gga dead, my n-gga dead
body for body, we turnin’ up
hundred rounds, to get technical (yah)
if he don’t die, he a vegetable (yah)
snitchin’, that sh-t ain’t acceptable (no)
b-tch, in my hood i’m irreputable
all this gold ’round my neck like i’m 2 chainz (2 chainz)
this chopper be kickin’ like liu kang (like liu kang)
my n-ggas be shootin’ like hoop games (hoop games)
look at my jordans, these flu games (woo)
infared beam and a head shot
close range, that’s a head rocker
she suckin’ my d-ck, call her head doctor
all of my b-tches wear red bottoms

[chorus: sleepy]
look, i had to go get on my sh-t and run it up
a blind man could see that we comin’ up
fingers on tired from loadin’ this hundred up
the murder rate jumpin’ like double dutch (like double dutch)
no you can’t f-ck with us (nah)
all of these b-tches in love with us
fingers on tired from countin’ this hundred up (countin’ this hundred up)
look, i had to go get on my sh-t and run it up
a blind man could see that we comin’ up
fingers on tired from loadin’ this hundred up (loadin’ this hundred up)
the murder rate jumpin’ like double dutch (like double dutch)
no you can’t f-ck with us (nah)
all of these b-tches in love with us
fingers on tired from countin’ this hundred up
run it up

[verse 2: d-lo]
i can’t fit these bands in a wallet, n-gga (nope)
i’m sippin’ on syrup like it’s water, n-gga (syrup)
my little n-gga got four or five bodies
and i can put that on my daughter, n-gga (uh huh)
i used to pack lunches in pails, n-gga
now i send packs through the mail, n-gga
i’m kickin’ back collectin’ these stacks
from b-tches that sit at hotels, n-gga
man, i get high like giraffe -ss (yah)
we smoke out the pound, hashtags (ayy)
all of my n-ggas with all of these guns
man this sh-t lookin’ like baghdad
put a whole in your head like rasheed wallace (brrah)
if she wanna f-ck i’ma need dollars
i’m with the sh-t, i got a big d-ck
b-tch i’ma f-ck you for three hours
i’m popeye on his spinach now (yah)
she got d-ck in her mouth like a dentist now (yah)
you ain’t no stand up n-gga (nah)
this draco will make your -ss sit it down (brrah)
i love me a b-tch with some -ss, n-gga (i love it)
but i need a b-tch with a bag (i need it)
everything else is irrelevant, girl i’m intelligent
b-tch, i am not like your last n-gga
tryna f-ck you like a p-rn fl!ck
4g autos on the foreign whip (ayy)
my brother sleepy, my little brother marlo
them is the n-ggas i’m scorin’ with
dreads longer than medusa’s sh-t
cross me, you get crucifixed
i got pulled over on some stupid sh-t
four five with a stupid stick

[chorus: sleepy]
look, i had to go get on my sh-t and run it up
a blind man could see that we comin’ up
fingers on tired from loadin’ this hundred up
the murder rate jumpin’ like double dutch (like double dutch)
no you can’t f-ck with us (nah)
all of these b-tches in love with us
fingers on tired from countin’ this hundred up (countin’ this hundred up)
i had to go get on my sh-t and run it up
a blind man could see that we comin’ up
fingers on tired from loadin’ this hundred up (loadin’ this hundred up)
the murder rate jumpin’ like double dutch, b-tch (like double dutch)
no you can’t f-ck with us (nah)
all of these b-tches in love with us
fingers on tired from countin’ this hundred up
run it up

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