Lyrics Original text:
[Dutch:]
I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth
I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house
Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse
I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about
Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about
Got big guns dog, one pop and you out
Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth
While I lean back geeking how she loving my house
Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about
'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth
And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out
Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about
[Spade:]
Ayo
They wanna flip me
Bounce me
Half and quarter ounce me
Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me
Hit me four five rubber grip me
Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me
Dimes wanna twist me
Nah you can't kiss me
Go 'head with the mo' at the bar
You better Cris me
Baby blue 528 doing sixty
Cuttin' swiftly
Duckin' fifty
Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky
Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly
The streets shifty
So I keep my tool
If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool
Motherfucker
[Cam'Ron:]
Yo, Yo,
Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast
Everybody smart in math
Loan sharks with cash
Running from the narks and task
Streets arts and craft ?
Come on I start to laugh
Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass
Now a nigga paid out
suede couch
I'm into hooded things
Bitch butt be way out
These cats be Hecliff
When I come around they play mouse
Mickey and Minnie
Jerry fro
Lyrics Notandum:
[Dutch:]
I run from where their mouth niggas killed
I get them niggas from the weight of the house in front of them
Conference of the Parties to the waist belt of coke, and their spouses
I do not think that I will never know about all this hatin
Dealt with I do not know about the commission
There are guns dog, a pop music and you
Love of women smoking and maintain a nut in their mouth
Although I geeking how she loving my family
Let me tell you three things about the Netherlands
'Cuzzi bubbles, Grand Prix, slow dick in your mouth
When จน heard (groan), he kicked you out
Connaught hell I do not have offensive This is me
[Spade:]
Ayo
They want to do the packing
Out of me
Half and a quarter ounce box
Efforts to try to speak my name, and read aloud the wrong box
I hit a four rubber grip me
They love my hoe five years, but the dealer trying to six me
Coin to twist me
Romania you can not kiss me
Return to the head with the Mo 'in a bar
Chris you better me
Baby blue 528 doing sixty-first
Cuttin 'the rapid
Duckin '50
Hit my hoe crib for a good dick sucking and quicky
Killa Cam, the Netherlands and the shovel reflux disease
The streets of Tilletia
Therefore, I keep my tools
If you want to live behind you better keep your cool
Motherfucker
[Cam'Ron:]
Yo, yo,
Yo, I think that the explosion from their cartridges so that
Everyone smart mathematical
Cash loan sharking
Narks and tasks from running
Street arts and crafts
Come on I started to laugh
I almost fall into the reasons for such a rich ass Parker
Pay now nigga
Suede sofa
I masked the things
Female docking is a way out
These cats are Hecliff
When I was playing mouse
Mickey and Minnie
Jerry back and forth
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