The Doppelgangaz - Monk Mode lyrics

Gangaz fuck around and got
Them Nick Offerman eyes
But won’t deny the offering
Of the porcelain thighs
My my my wish that I could
Hedge bets and money line
Sip honey wine recline while they dox me
Moving Supermans and oxys
Too much moxie to stick with the epoxy
Keep a knock kneed steed, she call me schatzi
Godspeed to ya rolling threes in Yahtzee

Ayo the whole room smelling
Like salmon hibachi
Some botched D cups, Magic Wand Hitachi
Dipping from razzis, Vespa scooting
Acting hi-falutin
Ordering pasta with extra gluten
More executing with less commuting
For losses suffered, some restitution
Fresh pair chilling poolside in slides
Gladys with the fattest butt lounging
On a mesh chair
Now her cheeks is lookin’ lattice cut, what

It all happened rather quickly
And so she learned
From a mere blown kiss he reached
The point of no return, he’s unconcerned
There’s more brolic bass to pan sear
Then trying last a year in it
So get your ass in gear, clear?
You got to learn to smash in fear
Scared stiff up in Claire, Tiff
The P is deadly like diabetes, type 2
Fuck a wifey, give me a waifu, true

French Somali Sommeliers with Alsace wine
Hints of pear bring a tear to a glass eye
Her last guy found it rather disconcerting
To slap her ’til she cry and
Fist her ’til she’s squirting
Long as there’s no risk of it hurting
Or chance of getting frisked
Whisked away to serving
Though it might be brisk
Once they’re done adjourning
A tisk tisk, slap on the wrists is unnerving

Aye it’s rather odd swear to God it’s
Getting hard to be a Vegas perve
The shit be fucking with my vagus nerve
Too much drama involved with
Shooting spunk loads
So now a Ganga going monk mode
Used to bless them with shrunk chodes but now
We tell em hit the trunk road
Real Gs turn down P
Ayo it’s way too much drama
Involved with shooting spunk loads
So now a Ganga going monk mode