Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Olympics, artist - The Doppelgangaz. Date of issue: 16.05.2017
Song language: English
Olympics |
| Cyn Santana with the dog filter’s everything honey |
| That’s food for the sharks, shit, ‘cus everything’s chummy |
| You big dummy, Scoobavelli we tricked her |
| Copped the Crab Louie, andouille and Celery Victor |
| Catch my good side in the flicks by Richter |
| We out in Woodside, smacked off the elixir |
| Picture a Ganga in some Dennis Busenitz |
| Own the building and we got tenants |
| Shit he copped a fleet of homes |
| Right next to Rashida Jones |
| To each is own, Kraft mac or Velveeta prone |
| We eat alone and make a toast to sobriety |
| Slurping bivalves of the east coast variety |
| The diet be, whatever we might be keen to bake |
| Himalayan rock salt topped with Tajima steak |
| Waiting ‘til its daybreak |
| You a day late, shit, protect the namesake |
| And it boils, and it really takes not only a lot of people |
| Who have uh confidence in their area but |
| Genuine teamwork |
| A-yo I roll up, Nissan Juke color of puke |
| Niggas that your mother rebuke, smothered in Duke |
| A fake alumni, shorty baking apple crumb pie |
| A big momma known to lap it up and leave a numb thigh |
| Push the Hyundai, high yella, she buys Stella’s |
| And recently got her prescription filled for the Kybella |
| Nah, just Leave your jowl the way it is |
| Your wattles ain’t hanging half as low as they say it is |
| Ok it is, couldn’t tell you what day it is or year it is |
| But If Dopp Hopp was a beer it’d be an IPA |
| Got a wipey and tray for the ABDL fetish |
| Is you changing my diapy bae? |
| Aye, It’s like the words to a certain song |
| We steady mobbing 'til the day that the curtains drawn |
| My Word is born shorty bobbing and flirting strong |
| Four in the morn when my nigga Robin Lundberg is on |
| We gone |