Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pass The Dutch, artist - Young Money. Album song We Are Young Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Pass The Dutch |
Too many women, and not enough time |
Im a cool cat, but im on life nine. |
Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line |
And I don’t buy the bar cuz it don’t sell white wine |
Gon' let that light shine |
ballin' for a life time |
Smoking on a nice pine, Weezy baby flight flyin |
You can call him your husband |
Call me at night time |
And even though women change |
I will always like dimes |
And yeah im quite fine, but shawty much finer |
And I just get behind her |
And smack it like E Honda |
And please don’t hate on me |
when you see me with Kiana |
cause she wilder than Nirvana |
and colder than your honor |
holla at your boy manana |
Maybach come wit a recliner |
run up on it and sh-t will get uglier than an iguana |
this is only a reminder it’s Young Money don’t forget it |
and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty |
would you. |
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Pass me the dutch with cha left hand |
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man' |
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants |
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man |
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand |
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man' |
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants |
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man |
Chilling with my possi |
Bout to calls some ladies over |
Tell em this is YME so when you come you cant leave sober |
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her |
Put her on a tab now she rolling like a baby stroller |
Im the freshest n-ggas seen |
Whippin in my jeans |
Shoot ya lights out im like bredick with the beam |
Life a game of chess, and im headed for your queen |
Now my stomach and my thighs |
Wat a head is in between (ew) |
And she wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean |
Keep a cup in my hand like im begging for some cheese |
I fall off in the party |
Yeah im kinda tardy but if I hated (?) riding on em like a Harley |
Look you call it getting married, I call it acting selfish |
my belt got G’s on it like a Packers helmet |
And imma hit it if you bring your girl around |
but the weed is like my collar cause I might just turn it down |
if you. |
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Pass me the dutch with cha left hand |
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man' |
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants |
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man |
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand |
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man' |
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants |
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man |
Okay tool on deck (deck) |
Im new born fresh (fresh) |
I knock your friends down (down) |
And you going next (ha) |
Young money fly |
N-gga all the bitches after me |
Murder in the bed and you gonna be my next casualty |
Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually |
Im giving dick all year round and you can get it annually |
Styrofoam feel |
With a strawberry (?) |
Leaning ima need a kick stand to stay on my feet |
Get out ma bidness like I kicked ya out my office |
I aint worried about the price, im more concerned with offer |
Fresh to death like I got dressed in the coffin |
With a party in my pocket |
Blue and red dolphins |
Im high as a motherf-cker |
Let me do my thing bitch im doing me |
And your girl doing the same sh-t |
Im in the car getting head |
As I lane switch, Do-Double G I do my thang bitch |
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand |
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man' |
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants |
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man |
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand |
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man' |
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants |
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man |
Uhh, Ok I told you catch up |
Did you make a mill yet? |
I cant predict how many of em I can still get |
October own that’s such a f-ckin real set |
No tatts but the ink of my money still wet. |
Life is such a beach, its sandy all around me |
I came here with young money man, that’s family all around me |
Im in my living room and I got Grammys all around me |
And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me. |
Welcome to the life |
The life that’s meant for me |
My bentley has a tint so you got to squint to see |
I holla’d at your girl that’s when she went with me |
But please don’t blame yourself cause it just wasn’t meant to be |
They say im one of the illest |
That’s just off from first impression |
And my cards always accepting |
I don’t deal well with rejection |
I look in the dictionary |
And don’t see the word recession |
I don’t smoke in public |
But tonight ill make an exception so just. |
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Pass me the dutch with cha left hand |
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man' |
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants |
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man |
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand |
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man' |
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants |
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man |