Gudda Gudda - Pa** The Dutch lyrics

[Produced by Chase N. Cashe] [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Too many women and not enough time I'ma cool cat but I'm on life nine Pimping ain't dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar cause it don't sell white wine Goone let that light shine Balling for a life time Smoking on that nice pine Weezy baby fly fly You can call him your husband Call me at night time and even though women change I will always like dimes And yeah I'm quite fine but shorty much finer And I just get behind her then smack it like E. Honda And please don't hate on me when you see me with Kiana Cause she's wilder than Nirvana and colder than your honor Holla at yo' boy mañana Maybach come wit a recliner Run up on me and sh** will get uglier than an iguana This is only a reminder, its Young Money don't forget it And I'm Weezy F baby you might find it on her titty would you [Hook: Short Dawg] Pa** me the dutchy with ya left hand I got the whole club nodding like the yes man I'm in my polo tee, Gucci sweat pants She on that jubilee, I'll be the ex-man Pa** me the dutchy with ya left hand I got the whole club nodding like the yes man I'm in my polo tee, cooji sweat pants She on that jubilee I'll be that ex-man [Verse 2: Short Dawg] Chilling wit my posse 'bout to call some ladies over Tell them this is YME so when you come you can't leave sober You would think she came with bu*tons by the way that I control her Put her on a tab now she rolling like a baby stroller I'm the freshest n***as seen, reppin' in my jeans Shoot your lights out, I'm like Redick with the beam Life's a game of chess and I'm heading for your queen Not my stomach and my thighs but her head is in between She wetter than a stream I drink medicine to lean Keep a cup in my hand like I'm begging for some cheese I fall off in the party yeah I'm kinda tardy But if a hater trip we ride on him 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 I'mma hit if you bring your girl around But the weed its like my collar cause I might just turn it down if you [Hook] [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Tool on deck I'm new born fresh I knock ya friends down and you going next Young money fly n***a all the b**hes after me Murdered in the bed and you gone be my next casualty Automatic stick but I give it to her manually I'm givin dick out year round and you can get it anualy Styrofoam filled with a strawberry fanta treat Leaning I'mma need a kick stand to stay on my feet Get out my business like I kicked ya out my office I ain't worried bout the price I'm more concerned with the offer Fresh to d**h like I got dressed in a coffin With a party in my pocket blue and red dolphins I'm high as a motherf**er lemme do my thang b**h I'm doing me and your girl doin the same sh** I'm in the car getting head as our lanes switch Double G I do my thang b**h now you could [Hook] [Verse 4: Drake] I told you catch up did you make a mill yet I can't predict how many of them I can still get October's Own, its such a f**ing real set No tats but the ink on my money still wet Life is such a beach it's sandy all around me I came here with Young Money man that's family all around me I'm in my living room and I got Grammy's all around me And famous b**hes doing nose candy all around me Welcome to the life the life is meant for me My Bentley has a tint and so you got to squint to see I hollered 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 I'm one of the illest ask yourself for first impressions And my cards always accepted 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 I'll make an exception so just [Hook]