| Turn a young boy to the D, not Abba
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| Dotty, know Dutch, not nice like Baka
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| Under my coat, that’s a brand new wap (Trust)
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| Man grab it and kick it like Kaka
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| Spent more than five years in the cell (Facts)
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| They had the young boy in the slammer
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| All of my niggas do murders and robberies
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| I’m from where they robbed Juelz Santana
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| Don’t need no central in this
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| Gang unit know I’m a gangster
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| Just gotta play for Sahara Grill (Yeah)
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| Don’t put no ice in my Fanta
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| The plug still talkin' 'bout future plans
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| If I burn this bridge, it don’t matter (No)
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| It’s Dutch from the fifth
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| Dun' know how the ting set mad up (Yeah)
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| Dun' know how the ting set mad up
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| Too much gyal, get grab up
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| Too much stab it and dig it and twist it
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| 'Round here, too much man gt stab up (Come here)
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| Bar man wanna do rap
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| Too much cap, the ting don’t add up (No)
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| Ride around town, windows black
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| Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (Brrt)
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| Bad B tell me she on me
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| I’m like «Bend your back for my dargy»
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| I just bought a thousand grams of the clam
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| Pack goin' up North like Vardy
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| I gotta give thanks for my gun
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| What would I do without you, my chargie?
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| (What would I do without you, my chargie?)
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| Sixteen shots, get these pagans off me
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| Dun' know how the ting set different
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| Dutch, countless drillings
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| Way before waps and kitchen knives (Uh-uh)
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| Made do with mummy’s kitchen (Facts)
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| Tell my young boy «Carry this wap» (Carry that)
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| You don’t want to get caught slippin' (No)
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| If I stab it, dig it, twist it
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| Then I’m probably gonna leave it in him (Dutch)
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| No comment, no snitching
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| No face, I don’t wanna go prison
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| Been there, I don’t wanna go back
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| I lost so much time to the system (Facts)
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| Champagne for all of the pain, ain’t nothin' but Dom Pérignon when I’m pissin'
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| (Yeah)
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| Left me out in the rain, I know they’re gonna call my name when I’m missin'
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| Dun' know how the ting set mad up
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| Too much gyal, get grab up (Yeah)
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| Too much stab it and dig it and twist it
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| 'Round here, too much man get stab up (Come here)
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| Bare man wanna do rap
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| Too much cap, the ting don’t add up (No)
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| Ride around town, windows black
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| Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (Brrt) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kaka , by - Dutchavelli. Song from the album Dutch From The 5th, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп