The Doppelgangaz - Beak Wet lyrics

[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact] A Ganga Known to be a Swinger to your pale spouse Eating 20 Zingers at a Miller’s Alehouse yea Negotiate the right amounts And now, all the Sage bu*ter got the braised quail doused agh Bottom heavy girl Tennessee Shorty always shaking something never tremor free Top heavy shorty still attending Emory I told her thanks for the mammaries I mean the memories A set of g's by her own admission Listen, A Ganga moving of his own volition I'm talking free range not the cage sh** Playing street fighter made a n***a rage quit sh** we heavy on the sushi Or in the shack watching blues brothers rest in peace John Belushi Yeah, and I don't need Louis Vuitton or Gucci Just trying to get my beak wet, Don Fanucci [Verse 2: EP] Your nephews are pieces of sh** and all your nieces are hit Too egregious, hit them with the cease and desist See a Ganga shoes talk, peep the crease in his kicks Sex drive decreases, now she greases her slit It, sh** Must mean I, be pinching the mushroom tip to Justine Skye Made a crostini out of rye She only want to see me on the side, why? Copped the whole hog from Rodney Scott Touch the burnt ends, even friends get mollywhopped Your body rock, Bugatti straight out the body shop You’re fake cloaked out, you don’t embody Dopp Stop, hit next, they never heard of it A Ganga vexed, about to suplex my s** surrogate One armed tourniquet in the vip, whip, swerving it Hard to determine wit of a dip sh** slurring it