Batterram (Doppstyle) lyrics

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[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 sh*t 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 n*gga 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
n*gga f*ck 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 n*ggas with the sheeds
And Im reproducing, Philip rivers with the seeds