Juke Oane and Krim - hop off the dutch

Hop off the dutch
Kick off the door
Shorty got a semi a gun
And she wanna fuck up ma mourn
Fuck up ma bones
Tug of the war
Shorty gotta send me to mars
And she wanna take off with juke
Blasting
This is not a lot why u asking
From the dusk to the dawn ill be lasting
Shorty strikes with that pose and we casting
Shorty goes and implodes and we like it
Fucking insane how she dancing
Baby what is u saying do u like him
Im pretty damn sure he'll be glad u the one that been asking

You don't love me
You don't respond to me
You don't experiment
You don't fight with me
On account of the fact that we love emergencies

When she calls on me
Now suddenly
I fall back in line accordingly
I sure u got be the end of me
But I gotta get these calories
Yea, Hop off the dutch
Yea, Kick off the door
Shorty wanna send me to god
Shorty wanna fuck up ma morn

Is it me or does it feel like treason
Too hot to handle when I air out my feelings
I should tone it down the steaming
Gotta try a workaround beginnings
Yea, Hop off the dutch
Yea, Kick off the door
Shorty got a semi a gun
And she wanna fuck up ma morn
Nah, I don't accept
Nah, I interject
Though I might be far from the best
What I do I do it with zest
Ey, check out the flow
Even she knows its friendly not foe
Pass me the ball I ma pass it right back
What you need to know is that I'm having your back
Ey, pour me some scotch
I don't ignore so let me respond
I hear what you say and I look to the day
Where you don't have to say it
Sure we can make it

Yea, Hop off the dutch
Yea, Kick off the door
Shorty wanna send me to God
Tell him reprogram my thoughts
Yea, Hop off the dutch
Yea, Settle the score
Shorty say I'm banging the drum
Talk about fuck up the morn

Written by:
Justice Oranefo, Nonso Onuoha

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