The Doppelgangaz - What’s Your 20 lyrics
[The Doppelgangaz - What’s Your 20 lyrics]
Yo, ayo you don't have to honor me
Cloak smell like YSL L'homme de la nuit
(coughing) not known to smoke soma herb
Alicia Silverstone feed me like a mama bird
Cause she heard that he's a stilted mess
From shorty in the quilted dress
That was built to F
She always got her A out
My meters of dirty stay out he stay way out
Steak au poivre bump and lay out
Arlani got catfished
Only to find she was a fat bish
Shit, I ain't mad at her
Ask Big Josh he ain't mad at her
(I ain't mad at her)
Spicy rating on the scoville chart
Respect me for my noble art
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20?
We out here looking like money
Ayo we run the industry amok
Even though the gearshift out
The Kia Sephia stuck
These niggas talking 'bout a
Quarter life crisis
Man, who says you're making it to see a buck?
That's why we having fun
Upon this floating rock
Nah, you can't define us by your voting bloc
I know some Beckys who be quoting Pac
I know some black trekkies
Who be quoting Spock (What's your 20 kid?)
We up in Captain Scott's
Hot lobster roll with butter
By the boating docks
Shorty from Sunni gender C-O naggin'
Yo she beggin' me to enable my geotaggin'
She wanna know what part of Rio Matt's in
English, Spanish
Even cussed me out in neo-Latin
Yo to hell with the fedora chick
I got a pack of Plan B's
And a pack of Oraquick sticks so I'm yellin'
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20?
We out here looking like money
Cloak smell like YSL L'homme de la nuit
(coughing) not known to smoke soma herb
Alicia Silverstone feed me like a mama bird
Cause she heard that he's a stilted mess
From shorty in the quilted dress
That was built to F
She always got her A out
My meters of dirty stay out he stay way out
Steak au poivre bump and lay out
Arlani got catfished
Only to find she was a fat bish
Shit, I ain't mad at her
Ask Big Josh he ain't mad at her
(I ain't mad at her)
Spicy rating on the scoville chart
Respect me for my noble art
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20?
We out here looking like money
Ayo we run the industry amok
Even though the gearshift out
The Kia Sephia stuck
These niggas talking 'bout a
Quarter life crisis
Man, who says you're making it to see a buck?
That's why we having fun
Upon this floating rock
Nah, you can't define us by your voting bloc
I know some Beckys who be quoting Pac
I know some black trekkies
Who be quoting Spock (What's your 20 kid?)
We up in Captain Scott's
Hot lobster roll with butter
By the boating docks
Shorty from Sunni gender C-O naggin'
Yo she beggin' me to enable my geotaggin'
She wanna know what part of Rio Matt's in
English, Spanish
Even cussed me out in neo-Latin
Yo to hell with the fedora chick
I got a pack of Plan B's
And a pack of Oraquick sticks so I'm yellin'
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20? Out here looking like money
What's your 20?
We out here looking like money