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asher roth - pass the dutch (freestyle) lyrics

don’t matter to most mouths
but your style’s honestly got me grossed out
don’t know how many c-cks went in your mouth
and the copies of your alb-m you buying, they don’t count
low brow, telling he’s profound ?? bro
give my body some work, it’s so stout
no doubt, organically grown, sold out
with my own sound make for a properly worn crown
yeah, my language of all language
it’s so strange, it makes aliens learn english
you so strange, just like the pants of a lone ranger
it’s so strange just like the cackles of bojangles
so dangerous, ringo met rambo
break a handle, jane taught him how to tango
way i’m slanging my ammo think i could light a candle
standing on the banister and landed on the mantle
micky, minny, spitting real potent
i’m thinking sh-t is using cause i’m sick of looking in
and just in case you missed imma rip the sh-t again
so what the haters listening, gotta listen to him again
mary kate taught me s&m and the les ?? let’s begin
questionnaire, call quest to quest love
to get drunk and guess what? request snug
gut shed regret less, regress none
our best bet is to get dressed and get some
a phenomenons is i be on, doing shotty, rips at hotty chicks and talking bout a yawn
got an awesome heart so i don’t need a bodyguard
it’s somebody in them but i need a car alarm
time to make the party start but once we start the party some of the kids will party hard
already barred, i’m blacklisted from the bar, yeah, but disregard the part about p-ssing in clinton’s yard
i’m a track star and facing a pad start that has to grab a stash after crashing his dad’s car
?? when the city is gone dark and ain’t selling tickets, the visitors gonna starve
en garde, kids wanting an encore, i ball hard, get b-tches on tour
on star, the commissioner’s on board, when i ask for permission he ditched me, said sure
see, i be going to war, i’m ordering more portions on the bora bora shoes
while the girls explore sorta like door to door, more curls, more curves
obviously more grownup
yeah, but hold up, won’t never compromise
even if it means the enemy ??
outta time, outta line, i’m out the limelight
need it for my gin and tonic right before i rhyme
got my manger on hold, get rid of all the styrofoam, imma ride y’all
adios party boy, yo, you gotta go
me and that hot sh-t, we stake somebody cold
while i’m riding my exotic animal i’m off your coast
giddyup getting up with olivia, with the pretty buck give it up before i give it up
getting stuck, thinking about how imma finish up
when there’s really no limit to how much i don’t give a f-ck
for the love i’m only doing it just because
with a sense of humor to loosen, but who’s the judge?
oh, who was the last to touch, man, you ruining my groove
move it and p-ss the dutch
man, p-ss the dutch.

- asher roth lyrics

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