The Doppelgangaz - What Am I lyrics
[The Doppelgangaz - What Am I lyrics]
Ayo pardon my troop starving for shark
Fin soup with jargon to boot
In a secret garden astute
Starting with the part in his toup
(short for toupee) and the carton of goop
Getting down to the root
Doppel reeking like shit
Beeper on the hip dip to Central Islip
Visa for your trip, anesthesia for that slit
Pick and choose how you want to
Dopp sing the blues unenthused by the genre
A cloaked out prima donna
Hitting up Daygo then to Tijuana
Pale with a stance thats ill
Went to jail for selling
A male enhancement pill
Notice from a glance that his pants are twill
Looking for romance but the chance is nil
Yo Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo Yo What Am I yo he afraid that the answer
Isn't cut and dry
No draws with the wide open button fly
A glutton stealing the last
Piece of mutton pie
There's always something to deny
A lady of the night said he's known
To bust a nut and cry
No lie he was itching at his stye
He known to change his
Story up switching alibis
In the kitchen with my nigga Malechi
Damn kid we in dire need
We both responsible to feed
A whole entire creed and all we got is some
Papaya seeds and Jeremiah Weed
Most of his attire's tweed
Down to put in work like a
Horse of the shire breed
By necessity instead of greed
At the renaissance fair nigga down
To steal a squire's mead
Yo Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo What Am I what Am I
Fin soup with jargon to boot
In a secret garden astute
Starting with the part in his toup
(short for toupee) and the carton of goop
Getting down to the root
Doppel reeking like shit
Beeper on the hip dip to Central Islip
Visa for your trip, anesthesia for that slit
Pick and choose how you want to
Dopp sing the blues unenthused by the genre
A cloaked out prima donna
Hitting up Daygo then to Tijuana
Pale with a stance thats ill
Went to jail for selling
A male enhancement pill
Notice from a glance that his pants are twill
Looking for romance but the chance is nil
Yo Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo Yo What Am I yo he afraid that the answer
Isn't cut and dry
No draws with the wide open button fly
A glutton stealing the last
Piece of mutton pie
There's always something to deny
A lady of the night said he's known
To bust a nut and cry
No lie he was itching at his stye
He known to change his
Story up switching alibis
In the kitchen with my nigga Malechi
Damn kid we in dire need
We both responsible to feed
A whole entire creed and all we got is some
Papaya seeds and Jeremiah Weed
Most of his attire's tweed
Down to put in work like a
Horse of the shire breed
By necessity instead of greed
At the renaissance fair nigga down
To steal a squire's mead
Yo Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo Yo What Am I what Am I
Yo What Am I what Am I