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[The Dutchmaster]
On swerve/spittin’ verbs/so I’m slurrin’ most my words
Two different type of herbs/tell me which would you perfer?
I can teach you to Dutchy/No it ain’t too hard to learn
Damn that bitch got curves/so I’m fena act concearned
I intend on fuckin’ up her perm
Hands on the reigns while she durb
Drivin’ slow while I serve
If you don’t like to smoke/you’s a nerd
Business poppin/Lace my pockets
Got the J’s/Need the Rodmans
N if you ain’t know mufucker those are Converse
Copped kicks when I got on with the chronic
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Shit we fena have a juke off/straight jukin’ in the trap with my shoes off
Got my iPhone/Jukin’ off my Boost phone/had a cutie pie/only got two zones
No yay/got the hay/smokin’ hay/potent hay
Got homeboys that float the hay/playa plays
Clock on me/like flava flav/without the chain
Money clock for dana danes/smokin flame
Brass monkey turn dutch orangutan
I’m like Kurt Colbain mixed with Kirko Bangz
Drove down to H-Town just to fuckin’ swang
If you got woofers in ya trunk/let em fuckin’ wang
See myself in the benz jeep/my bitch rockin Fendi
Your bitch in love with the scent of me
These rap cats/naw they ain’t no friends to me
Puffin’ Nestale and Hersey flavored Sensami
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