The Doppelgangaz - P.O.T. lyrics

A Ganga keep a grandma bae
Known to rock a Birds nest with the grombre
Open wide you could see her gold onlays
Owner of a Siamese and a Bombay
And a pug with a mug like Dolly Parton
Even though her crotch smelling
Like a Dolly Varden
And In her spare time shorty probably garden
Or maybe shopping at the
Ollie’s Bargain Outlet
Push a Vette, no airbags
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, she’s a square hag
To this day a Ganga never seen Claire nag
Or throw an air tag in his Air Mags
Doubt that she's the opposite of tech Savvy
Still say "A paper map, that’s the best Navi"
So a Ganga a troubleshooting her Lenovo ports
Sheer negligee, Innovo shorts, no leaks

He let her call him by his GOV
Pretty old thang
Ain’t got to lie about your DOB
Pretty old thang you could be born in 1903
Pretty old thang this dedicated to the POTs
Pretty old thang

You see E Sak, from the G Pack
Got a pretty old thing as a fling
When we swing bring her CPAP
Believe that, the slacks hide her wider butt
Down to relax, get snacks
Watching the Snyder Cut
What, love everything from her skin tone
To toes impacted and ingrown
Winter hats she been sewn, It’s slamming
Around since the famine
Seared salmon, no pin bones
This heifer spent dollars and
Cents on her Efferdent
Rent controlled apartment and peppermint
Brach’s butterscotch, gumdrops, the rest went
To the Ganga investment
To stunt, can't front
Something about the low hanging gunt
Make a ganga want to grunt
She’s a solid two, but provided some solitude
My POT can barely eat solid food

He let her call him by his GOV
Pretty old thang
Ain’t got to lie about your DOB
Pretty old thang you could be born in 1903
Pretty old thang this dedicated to the POTs
Pretty old thang

Pretty old thang you’s a siddity old thang
And I can’t deny it
I want that grey kitty old thang