Olympics Lyrics - The Doppelgangaz

[Verse 1: EP] 

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 

[Chorus] 

And it boils, and it really takes not only a lot of people 

Who have uh confidence in their area but 

Genuine teamwork 

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact] 

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