DORY!

By Crowtoe

Released on June 23, 2022

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[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'

Killin' the beat, that shit 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 bitch gonna wear my sweater

Old one dry, and the new one wetter

Only wanna fuck and I wanna let her

That bitch sent me a dropping letter

To be honest, I should've never met her

Now let me tell you a story, 'bout a bitch I wanna forget

I wish that I was Dory, that bitch 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 shit is not mumbled

Your bitch just fell for me, that hoe stumbled

I dropped two bags, man I love to fumble

Roll in the caddy, bitch I do not tumble

Yeah, she blocked my IG like Mutumbo

Relationship fell apart, I had to watch it crumble

I fuck a bad B, that bitch might bumble

Tell her check the score

If that bitch a whore, 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 shit 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

Sex 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