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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dutchavelli
Dutchavelli
Vocals
Adrian Francis
Adrian Francis
Programming
Curtis James
Curtis James
Programming
Mark Waxkirsh
Mark Waxkirsh
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Francis
Adrian Francis
Lyrics
Curtis James
Curtis James
Songwriter
Mark Waxkirsh
Mark Waxkirsh
Lyrics
Stephan Allen
Stephan Allen
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis James
Curtis James
Engineer
AOD
AOD
Additional Producer
Big Zeeko
Big Zeeko
Mixing Engineer
The FaNaTiX
The FaNaTiX
Producer

Letras

Fanatix Velli Turn a young boy to the D, not Abba Dotty, know Dutch, not nice like Baka Under my coat, that's a brand new wap (trust) Man grab it and kick it like Kaka Spent more than five years in the cell (facts) They had the young boy in the slammer All of my niggas do murders and robberies I'm from where they robbed Juelz Sant- Don't need no central in this Gang unit know I'm a gangster Just gotta play for Sahara Grill (yeah) Don't put no ice in my Fanta The plug still talkin' 'bout future plans If I burn this bridge, it don't matter (no) It's Dutch from the fifth Dun know how the ting set mad up (yeah) Dun know how the ting set mad up Too much gyal, get grab up Too much stab it and dig it and twist it 'Round here, too much man get stab up (come here) Bare man wanna do rap Too much cap, the ting don't add up (no) Ride around town, windows black Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (brrt) Bad B tell me she on me I'm like "Bend your back for my dargy" I just bought a thousand grams of the clam Pack goin' up North like Vardy I gotta give thanks for my gun What would I do without you, my chargie? (What would I do without you, my chargie?) 16 shots, get these pagans off me Dun know how the ting set different Dutch, countless drillings Way before waps and kitchen knives (uh-uh) Made do with mummy's kitchen (facts) Tell my young boy "Carry this wap" (carry that) You don't want to get caught slippin' (no) If I stab it, dig it, twist it Then I'm probably gonna leave it in him (Dutch) No comment, no snitchin' No face, I don't wanna go prison Been there, I don't wanna go back I lost so much time to the system (facts) Champagne for all of the pain Ain't nothin' but Don Pérignon when I'm pissin' (yeah) Left me out in the rain I know they're gonna call my name when I'm missin' Dun know how the ting set mad up Too much gyal, get grab up (yeah) Too much stab it and dig it and twist it 'Round here, too much man get stab up (come here) Bare man wanna do rap Too much cap, the ting don't add up (no) Ride around town, windows black Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (brrt)
Writer(s): Adrian Francis, Curtis James, Stephan Fabulous Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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