The Doppelgangaz - Olympics lyrics
[The Doppelgangaz - Olympics lyrics]
Cyn Santana with the dog
Filter’s everything honey
That’s food for the sharks, shit
‘cus everything’s chummy
You big dummy, Scoobavelli we tricked her
Copped the Crab Louie
Andouille and Celery Victor
Catch my good side in the flicks by Richter
We out in Woodside, smacked off the elixir
Picture a Ganga in some Dennis Busenitz
Own the building and we got tenants
Shit he copped a fleet of homes
Right next to Rashida Jones
To each is own, Kraft mac or Velveeta prone
We eat alone and make a toast to sobriety
Slurping bivalves of the east coast variety
The diet be
Whatever we might be keen to bake
Himalayan rock salt topped with Tajima steak
Waiting ‘til it's daybreak
You a day late, shit, protect the namesake
And it boils
And it really takes not only a lot of people
Who have uh confidence in their area but
Genuine teamwork
A yo I roll up, Nissan Juke color of puke
Niggas that your mother rebuke
Smothered in Duke
A fake alumni, shorty baking apple crumb pie
A big momma known to lap it
Up and leave a numb thigh
Push the Hyundai, high yella
She buys Stella's
And recently got her prescription
Filled for the Kybella
Nah, just Leave your jowl the way it is
Your wattles ain't hanging half as low
As they say it is ok it is
Couldn't tell you what day it
Is or year it is
But If Dopp Hopp was a beer it'd be an IPA
Got a wipey and tray for the ABDL fetish
Is you changing my diapy bae?
Aye, It's like the words to a certain song
We steady mobbing 'til the day
That the curtains drawn
My Word is born shorty
Bobbing and flirting strong
Four in the morn when my
Nigga Robin Lundberg is on we gone
Filter’s everything honey
That’s food for the sharks, shit
‘cus everything’s chummy
You big dummy, Scoobavelli we tricked her
Copped the Crab Louie
Andouille and Celery Victor
Catch my good side in the flicks by Richter
We out in Woodside, smacked off the elixir
Picture a Ganga in some Dennis Busenitz
Own the building and we got tenants
Shit he copped a fleet of homes
Right next to Rashida Jones
To each is own, Kraft mac or Velveeta prone
We eat alone and make a toast to sobriety
Slurping bivalves of the east coast variety
The diet be
Whatever we might be keen to bake
Himalayan rock salt topped with Tajima steak
Waiting ‘til it's daybreak
You a day late, shit, protect the namesake
And it boils
And it really takes not only a lot of people
Who have uh confidence in their area but
Genuine teamwork
A yo I roll up, Nissan Juke color of puke
Niggas that your mother rebuke
Smothered in Duke
A fake alumni, shorty baking apple crumb pie
A big momma known to lap it
Up and leave a numb thigh
Push the Hyundai, high yella
She buys Stella's
And recently got her prescription
Filled for the Kybella
Nah, just Leave your jowl the way it is
Your wattles ain't hanging half as low
As they say it is ok it is
Couldn't tell you what day it
Is or year it is
But If Dopp Hopp was a beer it'd be an IPA
Got a wipey and tray for the ABDL fetish
Is you changing my diapy bae?
Aye, It's like the words to a certain song
We steady mobbing 'til the day
That the curtains drawn
My Word is born shorty
Bobbing and flirting strong
Four in the morn when my
Nigga Robin Lundberg is on we gone