RAHRAH GABOR - Double Dutch lyrics

[Hook: Rahrah Gabor] Damn girl Do that sh** All these b**hes get sick when you Do that sh** All the n***as catch brick when you Do that sh** Feeling like you that b**h when you Do that sh** Like you Double dutch on 'em Yeah Double dutch on 'em Uh-huh Double dutch on 'em Top down, pop the clutch on 'em [Verse 1: Rahrah Gabor] Bang that sh**, n***a bump that sh** All the pretty, fly honeys gon' f** with this Take it back to drill team and double dutch with this Hair done, nails done, poking out your lips, like All, all, all in together Make a n***a sweat in any kind of weather Winter fresh, Cole Haan boots and a leather If I ain't somewhere gettin' high then I'm somewhere gettin' cheddar Cash money honeys, these f**ers should know better A-1 b**h, Hester Prynne, Scarlet Letter Never catch me with birds I'm allergic to the feathers Prolly Phillippe bound blowing smoke in a stretcher We live the good life cuz too many done left us So if you feelin' pretty pop hard with your chest up Never let a b**h n***a tell you that you ain't next up And keep sh**tin' on these haters like they live in a rest stop Uh [Hook] Damn girl Do that sh** All these b**hes get sick when you Do that sh** All the n***as catch brick when you Do that sh** Feeling like you that b**h when you Do that sh** Like you Double dutch on 'em Yeah Double dutch on 'em Uh-huh Double dutch on 'em Top down, pop the clutch on 'em [Verse 2: Rahrah Gabor] Mail man, mail man, do your duty Here come my b**hes with the big fat booties Might switch when I walk, but my n***as unruly Get slick when you talk, and they're snatchin' ya' j**elry Gotta thing for bud, I ain't talkin' the brewery Ya b**h don't spit like this, now do she? My flow hot hoe it might sweat out ya doobie Hood n***a, like to get f**ed to Tunechi If I'm in the corner store I'm never coppin' the loosies Two ditches, mike and ikes and fifty cent juicies This is for my b**hes who be stacking that looseleaf And like to get their swerve on but never so loosely If they up in Bloomingdales then their coppin' the Gucci Run up on 'em wrong and they're smacking ya Kufi Knock a n***a out like they slipped 'em a roofey Up top, with the pot for their mans in their coochie [Hook] Damn girl Do that sh** All these b**hes get sick when you Do that sh** All the n***as catch brick when you Do that sh** Feeling like you that b**h when you Do that sh** Like you Double dutch on 'em Yeah Double dutch on 'em Uh-huh Double dutch on 'em Top down, pop the clutch on 'em [Verse 3] The hood love it when I pop my sh** Course these hatin' a** hoes wanna fight my b**h Lotta hungry n***as lurkin' better watch ya wrist Getcha own sh** n***a don't ride my dick Brought my own sack of sour, I don't want your piff All them likes on the gram, girl you not that b**h Them ya man chains lil' bruh, you not that rich Roll a double dutch up, I need to scratch my itch Pretty guy, stay high, been fly since first grade b**hes act fly, just ridin' their first plane My neck game crazy, ya b**h sh** so sane If you smoking on that gas, I'm smoking that propane Boss n***a coming, stay into ya own lane n***as thinking that I'm playing, I promise it's no game I spit ether, so f** ya lil' flame n***as telling you, you hot, and I promise you so lame [Hook] Damn girl Do that sh** All these b**hes get sick when you Do that sh** All the n***as catch brick when you Do that sh** Feeling like you that b**h when you Do that sh** Like you Double dutch on 'em Yeah Double dutch on 'em Uh-huh Double dutch on 'em Top down, pop the clutch on 'em