Batterram (Doppstyle)

Lyrics
[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Verse 1: EP] Ayo switch-siders, ain't enough to incite us Hard to stomach with the diverticulitis When the lights don't blind That's when a Ganga shine brightest Effect on mine not in the slightest They got us on a list now Oh god I got 50 on my wrist now Oh lord Damn, it's rubber bands but the shit go tard Clams straight out of the can with the salt cured squab Straight out the pan dark tan maillard old habits die hard Like pounding shorty ass to a paillard Albanian cat named Saiyed in the Izod Get you clapped for your piece of the pie chart This fly art caused a populus shift Something nice to give em an innocuous gift A Ganga po-lite ain't no knock to my chick But see I rather fap with the oculus rift [Verse 2: Matter Ov Fact] Ayo I met a mami who tasted like some edamame When she put it on me I'm like Im about to catch a homy With the salami, I slid into the beave calmer And a second later. a nigga face look like Steve Ballmer Shawna, beside the brolic beak on her At a glance, a very poor man's Keke Palmer I even see bit of Rosario on her I took a tally survey said Mario Chalmers Nigga fuck it. You can't defend him if you want to From a jive creed with a live feed up in the sauna A high greed, the pry breed Who known for playing words with friends while he driving And he push a 5 speed So whats the point of plotting on the lead He a vagabond who couldn't snag a job on indeed In patent leather killing niggas with the sheeds And Im reproducing, Philip rivers with the seeds
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Credits
- Writers
- Your Old Droog
- The Doppelgangaz