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crowtoe - dory! lyrics

[verse 1: ewnoahdavis]
man she fine
yeah that girl, so divine
she a pass, she’s a dime
hit that step+back like kobe in his prime
call me honest abe, cuz i am not lyin’
king of the jungle, i’m a lion
rappin’ so hard, and i’m not tryin’
soar on the beat, yeah i’m flyin’
k!llin’ the beat, that sh+t dyin’
you made a deal with the devil, oh no
you need to update your level
bet you got evil endeavors, yeah
old one good, but the new one better
that new b+tch gonna wear my sweater
old one dry, and the new one wetter
only wanna f+ck and i wanna let her
that b+tch sent me a dropping letter
to be honest, i should’ve never met her
now let me tell you a story, ’bout a b+tch i wanna forget
i wish that i was dory, that b+tch she always grindin’
she in the house like cory
your boy hit the game winner
they call me robert horry
now i’m poppin’ off
i got too much glory
man i need to get humbled
i’m yelling this rap, this sh+t is not mumbled
your b+tch just fell for me, that hoe stumbled
i dropped two bags, man i love to fumble
roll in the caddy, b+tch i do not tumble
yeah, she blocked my ig like mutumbo
relationship fell apart, i had to watch it crumble
i f+ck a bad b, that b+tch might bumble
tell her check the score
if that b+tch a wh0re, man i’m always winnin’
ya boy ain’t never sinnin’
juice wrld, feel like i’m john lennon
the bread is getting thicker, man that sh+t ain’t never thinnin’
[verse 2: crowtoe]
whippin’ the element up like a coupe
me and my boys, we gon’ move like a troop
shoot through the hoop like we can’t miss
they some snitches like candace
track all ready, know we planned this
on a new planet, y’all cannot stand it
aye, aye, aye
i bounce on the beat like she bounce on the (what?)
run on the street, cuz we got no fatigue
take off the panties, she wet like the sea
s+x on the beach, right under the tree
only elites, can’t mess with a three
when i got some new, it’s droppin’ on me
i teach ’em a lesson, i got the degree
them boys is stressin’, know my history
aye, aye
mad on the beat, i’m irate
rappin’ in circles, i gyrate
wet like water, i hydrate
if y’all gon’ talk, i can’t wait
i count up my money, it’s already made
i sock out his mouth, he need a first aid
pass me my drank, i need minute maid, aye

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