What's Your 20 Songtext

von The Doppelgangaz

Yo, ayo you don't have to honor me
Cloak smell like YSL L'homme de la nuit (coughing)
Not known to smoke soma herb
Alicia Silverstone feed me like a mama bird
Cause she heard that he's a stilted mess
From shorty in the quilted dress that was built to F
She always got her A out, my meters of dirty stay out
He stay way out, steak au poivre bump and lay out
Arlani got catfished
Only to find she was a fat bish
Shit, I ain't mad at her
Ask Big Josh he ain't mad at her (I ain't mad at her)
Spicy rating on the scoville chart
Respect me for my noble art

What's your 20?
Out here looking like money
What's your 20?
Out here looking like money
What's your 20?
Out here looking like money
What's your 20?
We out here looking like money

Ayo we run the industry amok
Even though the gearshift out the Kia Sephia stuck
These niggas talking 'bout a quarter life crisis
Man, who says you're making it to see a buck?
That's why we having fun upon this floating rock
Nah, you can't define us by your voting bloc
I know some Beckys who be quoting Pac
I know some black trekkies who be quoting Spock (What's your 20 kid?)
We up in Captain Scott's, hot lobster roll with butter by the boating docks
Shorty from Sunni gender C-O naggin'
Yo she beggin' me to enable my geotaggin'
She wanna know what part of Rio Matt's in
English, Spanish, even cussed me out in neo-Latin
Yo to hell with the fedora chick
I got a pack of Plan B's and a pack of Oraquick sticks
So I'm yellin'