[The Dutchmaster] (verse 1)
Count cash/it's time to re up
G'd up/200 dollar beaters
Dope boy magic/smokin' dope is a habbit
Big titty bitty/wit me like roger rabbit
Cooked cabbage/get that sh** shipped and packaged
Yea its vaccumed/really don't need to stash it
Won't crash it,/roll around f**in' blasted
Puff pa** it/crack my window down to ash it
Yea I'm taxin'/respect it or then why you askin'?
Can't hack it?/I'mma kick yo a** up out the bracket
Yo a** rachet/i'mma kick you out the back of the whip
Don't act right/then yo a** can't come to the vip
Found my comfort nitch/I'm comin for chips
I'm hungry a** sh**/you bummy as sh**/there's money to get
I'm basicly comin from sh**/rake in the crumbs that I get
Pray I dont fumble the piff/I pray I dont fumble the piff
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They told me that I won't pop/I told them I ain't gon stop
Rollin round/smokin loud/got clientelle im holdin down
I'm so high/Roll up chill/We bout to roll up and chill
Roll up chill/we bout to roll up
(verse 2)
Chillin in this weed Ambiance/With my Confidants
Pompousness/Weed prosperus/Burn like white phosperus
La di dah di dah/In my Adidas
I'm confident/ in my common sense
f** politics/d** from government sponserships
Serve u up like a pasta dish/serving all out of my honda civic
Learn u up on how im livin'/pay my bills from all this chron I'm flippin'
If I were sinnin'/I'd be repentin'/ya boy a unconvictied felon
Takin' blunts to the melons/so High, I'm Gellin'/Chicago, where I'm sellin'
North Side, where I'm dwellin'/back pack on the eL kid/I sell sh**/while I inhale piff
Bout to get my hustle on till I'm f**in' rich/n I don't f** wit no f**in' snitch/Naw
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