Young Money - Pass The Dutch
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YOUNG MONEY


Pass The Dutch Lyrics

Too many women 'n' not enough time
I'ma kool kat but I'm on life 9
Pimpin' ain't dead 'cause I be the life line
'N' I don't buy the bar 'cause it don't sell white wine

Goone, let dat light shine, ballin' for a life time
Smokin' on dat nice pine, Weezy, baby, life fine
You can call him ya husband, call me at night time
'N' even those women change, I will always like dimes

'N' yeah, I'm quite fine but shawty much finer
'N' I just get behind her den, smack it like a Honda
'N' please don't hate on me when you see me with Kiana
'Cause she wilder than nirvana and colder than your honor

Holla at yo, boy many 'n' a Maybach come wit a recliner
Run up on me and shit will get uglier than an iguana
This is only a reminder, it's Young Money, don't forget it
'N' I'm Weezy f, baby, you might find it on her titty, would ya?

Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand
I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man'
I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants
She on dat jubilee, I'll be the 'X-Man'

Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand
I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man'
I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants
She on dat jubilee, I'll be dat 'X-Man'

Chillin' wit my posse 'bout to call sum ladies over
Tell 'em dis is why you're me so when you come you can leap over
You would think she came wit buttons by the way that I control her
Put her on a tab, now she rollin' like a baby stroller

I'm the freshest 'n' tha scene reppin in my jeans
Shoot ya lights out, I be ready wit tha beam
Life's a game of chess 'n' I'm headin' fa ya queen
Not my stomach 'n' my thighs but her head is in between

She wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean
Keep a cup in my head like I'm beggin' fa sum change
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 actin' selfish
My belt got G's on it like a packers helmet in
I'ma hit if you bring ya girl around
But the weed, it's like a collar 'cause I might just turn it down if ya

Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand
I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man'
I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants
She on dat jubilee, I'll be the 'X-Man'

Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand
I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man'
I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants
She on dat jubilee, I'll be dat 'X-Man'

Tool on deck, I'm new born fresh
I knock ya friends down 'n' you goin' next
Young Money fly, nigga, all the bitches after me
Murdered in the bed 'n' you gon' be my next casualty

Automatic stick but I give it to her manually
I'm givin' dick out year round 'n' you can get it annually
Styrophoam filled wit a strawberry Fanta treat
Leanin' I'ma 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 mo concerned with the offer
Fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
Wit a party 'n' my pocket blue 'n' red dolphins

I'm high as a muddafucka, lemme do my thang, bitch
I'm doin' me 'n' yo girl doin' the same shit
I'm in the car getting' head as our lanes switch
Double G, I do my thang, bitch, now you could

Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand
I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man'
I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants
She on dat jubilee, I'll be the 'X-Man'

Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand
I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man'
I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants
She on dat jubilee, I'll be dat 'X-Man'

I told you catch up did you make a mill yet
I can't predict how many of 'em I can still get
October gone it's such a fuckin' rib set
No tats but the ink on my money still wet

Life is such a beach its sandy all around me
I came here wit Young Money, man, dats family all around me
I'm in my living room 'n' I got Grammy's all around me
'N' famous bitches doin' nose candy all around me

Welcome to the life, the life is meant for me
My Bentley has a tint 'n' so you got to squint to see
I hollered at ya girl, das when she went wit me
But please don't blame ya self 'cause it just wasn't meant to be

Dey say I'm one of the illest, ask ya self for first impressions
'N' my cards always accepted, I don't deal well with rejection
I look in the dictionary 'n' don't see the word recession
I don't smoke in public but tonight I'll make an exception so just

Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand
I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man'
I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants
She on dat jubilee, I'll be the 'X-man'

Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand
I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man'
I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants
She on dat jubilee, I'll be dat 'X-Man'

these lyrics are submitted by BURKUL

Songwriter(s): Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Young Money Publishing Inc., Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Songs Of Universal Inc., Live Write LLC, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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