DOUBLE DUTCH

Wrist cold, icy water
Teeth gold, pricey Prada
Three phones, still can't call her
These hoes, got 'em bothered

'Cause I'm built like this, damn
Heaven-sent when they float with these hits
Uh, get an inch when the money 'bout to hit
Hypoallergenic, I'm immune to a bitch
Oh, you think you thick? I'm thicker
You can say the plot got thicker, broad
Homie got more staff than Skinner
When I say "jump", all my bitch up front

Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch

I got bad company
If you want beef, they gon' serve you a plate
Girl, what? Man, you know you can't base
Ms. Hotty caught a body then we packed you away
It's a, it's a wrap, call it quits, yeah, yeah
You gon' need a genie and a wish 'cause, damn
Should've never-ever ran yo' lips like that
When I say "jump", all you bitches fall back

This make me wanna walk out a bitch
Pop, lock, and hit, crank the wig off a chick
I'm the type of bitch to cut the wheels off your shit
All my single ladies, two-step out your whip

Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh)
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh)
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh)
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch

Double dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch (mmm)
Double cup, cup, cup, cup (mmm)
Double up, up, up, up (mmm)
Double what? What? What? What?

Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh)
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh)
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch (uh)
Double, du-du-du-du, double dutch

Lantz, is that you?



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lantz, Charmaine Tafadzwa Willie, Tyler Nicholas Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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