Flyin' Dutch

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Dalai Dunce

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Yeah we is them road pirates, out in the open we go violent
Ain't trynna go viral, hiding the gold where you won't find it
Call me a low life, no life ain't a choice you just cope silent
I'm always scope sighted, spotting yo boat by a lone island
The black flag has risen, you praying you wishing, you bitches is pissing your pants
You're shooting but missing, my boots you be kissing still you're gonna go off the plank
I got my own ship here out on the ocean explosion so you boutta sink
Patch on my eye, death in my sight, cashing in blind while cathing a ride
Arr arr brother en garde
On that booty looting till the sun's under
Arr arr get the fun started
We at lowerdeck with a bunch of rum
Arr arr brother en garde
On that booty looting till the sun's under
Arr arr, get the gun ready go
Boom boom that's a bombarde

I got designer I roll with the messenger bag
These rappers is fire, but just being honoust their message is bad
They manage to cash, but ain't gonna last
They living that lavish but soon it's the past
You're looking for treasure, puts you under pressure
Depression comes bashing you better get past it and fast
Dalai Dunce, I'll only tell this once
You get it all confronted then the goal gone come
I got many scars, you can bet I'm armed
Ain't doing no harm till you look at me wrong
Ugh, out at sea all I see odyssea
Others say nothing but honestly
They think I'm funny but mattie please
Cannons is loaded we got degrees, yah
And we got that green, yah. Hmm
We got both bounty and booty
You getting older you moody
We getting louder we looney
Gold shine in my face as I open the chest
The precious been buried, the treasure is next
We digging for cash

Yeah we is them road pirates, out in the open we go violent
Ain't trynna go viral, hiding the gold where you won't find it
Call me a low life, no life ain't a choice you just cope silent
I'm always scope sighted, spotting yo boat by a lone island
The black flag has risen, you praying you wishing, you bitches is pissing your pants
You're shooting but missing, my boots you be kissing still you're gonna go off the plank
I got my own ship here out on the ocean explosion so you boutta sink
Patch on my eye, death in my sight, cashing in blind while cathing a ride
Arr arr brother en garde
On that booty looting till the sun's under
Arr arr get the fun started
We at lowerdeck with a bunch of rum
Arr arr brother en garde
On that booty looting till the sun's under
Arr arr, get the gun ready go
Boom boom that's a bombarde

Use her clit as a brush or finger paint it
I like art as I told when I went Ape Shit
Threw my poo, on the mic go Stuart Davis
Now you got stew art on your playlist
Flag it to a blacklist ain't that racist
Put a thottie on a flag from the waist fish
Hit a cita from the back can she take this
Spanish Armada load my cannon, aim, hit
VOC flee on sea as I take shift
Smoke a Dutch off coast, shit is basic
Need some herbs when I lay below the bay, sick
Thick blaze hit, haze spliff, I don't like to haste it
Dalai got patience, I know imma make it
Hell no I can't fake this, hella fire blazing
Drop a C-note, top of the sea flow
Shot and a fleet sinking down the sea floor

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