Dutchavelli – Kaka Lyrics

[Intro]
(Fanatix)
Velli

[Verse 1]
Tell a young boy to the D, no Abba
Dirty, no datch, 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 rob jewelry and *****
Don’t need no central in this
Gang unit know I’m a gangster
Just got a play from Sahara Grill (Yeah)
Don’t put no ice in my Fanta
The plug still talking ’bout future plans
If I burn his bridge, it don’t matter (No)
It’s Dutch from the fifth
Done know all the things that mad up (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Done know all the things that mad up
Too much gyal get grab up
Too much stab it and dig it and twist it
‘Round herе, too much man get stabbed up (Come hеre)
Bare man wanna do rap
Too much cat, the ting don’t add up (No)
Ride around town, windows black
Move back ‘fore the thing go, back up (Brrt)

[Verse 2]
[?] tell me she on me
I’m like bend you back for my [?]
I just bought a thousand packs of the gram
Packs 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?)
Sixty shots, get these pagans off me
Done know how the things hit different
Dutch, countless drillings
Way before waps and kitchen knives (Uh-huh)
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 snitching
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 Dom Pérignon when I’m pissin’ (Yeah)
Left me out in the rain
I know gonna call man there when I’m missin’

[Chorus]
Done know all the things that mad up
Too much gyal get grab up
Too much stab it and dig it and twist it
‘Round here, too much man get stabbed up (Come here)
Bare man wanna do rap
Too much cat, the ting don’t add up
Ride around town, windows black
Move back ‘fore the thing go, back up, ayy (Brrt)

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