Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Double Dutch , by - D-LoRelease date: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Double Dutch |
| Sleepy Caine and I’m O-Dog |
| I bounce out, don’t make me show y’all |
| Five bands for a show, dog |
| These niggas is bitches like Tyler Perry (Woo) |
| Four five, call it Halle Berry (Woo) |
| And you can get fucked by that bitch (Brrah) |
| I hit shit, 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, nigga (On some drugs?) |
| Couple guns, hella syrup, nigga (And some syrup?) |
| The murder rate jumpin' like Double Dutch (What?) |
| Two in one day, that’s a double-up (Brrah) |
| Yo' nigga dead, my nigga dead |
| Body for body, we turnin' up |
| Hundred rounds, to get technical (Yah) |
| If he don’t die, he a vegetable (Yah) |
| Snitchin', that shit ain’t acceptable (No) |
| Bitch, 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 niggas 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 dick, call her head doctor |
| All of my bitches wear red bottoms |
| Look, I had to go get on my shit 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 fuck with us (Nah) |
| All of these bitches in love with us |
| Fingers on tired from countin' this hundred up (Countin' this hundred up) |
| Look, I had to go get on my shit 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 fuck with us (Nah) |
| All of these bitches in love with us |
| Fingers on tired from countin' this hundred up |
| Run it up |
| I can’t fit these bands in a wallet, nigga (Nope) |
| I’m sippin' on syrup like it’s water, nigga (Syrup) |
| My little nigga got four or five bodies |
| And I can put that on my daughter, nigga (Uh huh) |
| I used to pack lunches in pails, nigga |
| Now I send packs through the mail, nigga |
| I’m kickin' back collectin' these stacks |
| From bitches that sit at hotels, nigga |
| Man, I get high like giraffe ass (Yah) |
| We smoke out the pound, hashtags (Ayy) |
| All of my niggas with all of these guns |
| Man this shit lookin' like Baghdad |
| Put a whole in your head like Rasheed Wallace (Brrah) |
| If she wanna fuck I’ma need dollars |
| I’m with the shit, I got a big dick |
| Bitch I’ma fuck you for three hours |
| I’m Popeye on his spinach now (Yah) |
| She got dick in her mouth like a dentist now (Yah) |
| You ain’t no stand up nigga (Nah) |
| This draco will make your ass sit it down (Brrah) |
| I love me a bitch with some ass, nigga (I love it) |
| But I need a bitch with a bag (I need it) |
| Everything else is irrelevant, girl I’m intelligent |
| Bitch, I am not like your last nigga |
| Tryna fuck you like a porn flick |
| 4G autos on the foreign whip (Ayy) |
| My brother Sleepy, my little brother Marlo |
| Them is the niggas I’m scorin' with |
| Dreads longer than Medusa’s shit |
| Cross me, you get crucifixed |
| I got pulled over on some stupid shit |
| Four five with a stupid stick |
| Look, I had to go get on my shit 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 fuck with us (Nah) |
| All of these bitches in love with us |
| Fingers on tired from countin' this hundred up (Countin' this hundred up) |
| I had to go get on my shit 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, bitch (Like Double Dutch) |
| No you can’t fuck with us (Nah) |
| All of these bitches in love with us |
| Fingers on tired from countin' this hundred up |
| Run it up |