The Doppelgangaz – Beak Wet (Dopp Hopp Album)


Touch the burnt ends, even friends get mollywhopped
A Ganga vexed, about to suplex my sex surrogate
And now, all the Sage butter got the braised quail doused agh
Must mean I, be pinching the mushroom tip to Justine Skye
Hard to determine wit of a dip shit slurring it
Yeah, and I don’t need Louis Vuitton or Gucci
You’re fake cloaked out, you don’t embody Dopp
I’m talking free range not the cage shit
I told her thanks for the mammaries I mean the memories
A set of g’s by her own admission
Made a crostini out of rye
Shorty always shaking something never tremor free
See a Ganga shoes talk, peep the crease in his kicks
Bottom heavy girl Tennessee
It, shit
Listen, A Ganga moving of his own volition
Sex drive decreases, now she greases her slit
Negotiate the right amounts
Copped the whole hog from Rodney Scott
Just trying to get my beak wet, Don Fanucci
She only want to see me on the side, why?
Shit we heavy on the sushi
[Verse 2: EP]
Your nephews are pieces of shit and all your nieces are hit
Top heavy shorty still attending Emory

Stop, hit next, they never heard of it
Your body rock, Bugatti straight out the body shop
[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
Too egregious, hit them with the cease and desist
One armed tourniquet in the vip, whip, swerving it
A Ganga Known to be a Swinger to your pale spouse
Or in the shack watching blues brothers rest in peace John Belushi
Playing street fighter made a nigga rage quit
Eating 20 Zingers at a Miller’s Alehouse yea