Dutchy - Dedication lyrics

[Intro: Dutchy] s**in' on that p**y, man I got her super wet No deal with NIKE but I am a walking check Stupid Gang forever, b**h I rock my nerdy specs Ridin' 'round with them chickens in that Corvette I'm the best, had to get that sh** up off my chest Gettin' dead faces, then you gotta make it stack I might fly that p**y out, but I'm Southwest Ayyee!, Ayyee! [Hook 1: Dutchy] Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know it's man down [Verse 1: Dutchy] Choppin' sh** down like I'm Zelda, I'm bout my bread like a pretzel Margiela to step on the pedal, Margiela to step on the pedal Kush to the face 'til I'm zombie, in the booth spit like a Tommy I remember we used to be bummy, but now we want keys to the Mase' Hop out the car like I'm Ric Flair Earrings they cost quarter brick fair I remember we used to be wheel fair Had to keep it pushin' like a wheelchair Don't rock no Robin's, upgraded my fashion Christ watching over me, I got the pa**ion She ride this dick while I rock my medallion Fly like Aladdin, I swoop up a Jasmine Run 'em bands up, bout to turn up a bracket When you get money, man turn up yo' savage These n***as talk sh** but these n***as no factor Run my line back, bet it hit like a tackle These verses like church and the booth is my chapel I got the juice, b**h who need a Snapple? Make you salute or my troops gon' attack you b**h I got the juice, ho who need a Snapple? Ayyee! [Hook 2: Dutchy] Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know a man down Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know a man down [Verse 2: Dutchy] No Tony Montana my nose, my n***a we stick to the code We work the booth just like a stove, the wrist is Arabian stones I'm 'bout to get loud on her flower, 7 bands all in my trousers I am a boss, and I take yo' b**h, just like I'm Bowser The Lambo is comin' in, the Bentley is comin' in So I'll be gone 'til November, I feel like Wyclef and 'em I ball like a stadium, I'm ballin' gymnasium She think I'm an ATM, but I need some cranium Ain't worried 'bout f** sh**, got choppas like Navy SEALs Success is gon' push us, because I'm forever trill [Hook 2: Dutchy] Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know a man down Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know a man down