Storm Of The Century [Feat. Yung Mehico]
It's the motherfuckin' Cocodrillo
Cocodrillo Turbo (uh)
Baklava (uh) Dr. Baklava
It's me, uh, it's me
What do they call a dentist?
Is it doctor? (Uh, maybe)
Nah, it's me (it's me)
Uh, it's me
Tear the top off the Del Sol (uh), I'm on Melrose (uh)
For whom the bell tolls (uh), baby, I never did them shell toes (nope)
Many different products was melting on the stove
You kiss it up to God, or shoot it in your toe (uh)
My favorite Starter jacket was the Seminoles (sure was)
Shawty pussy wetter than a gremlin's nose (uh-huh)
I've done things only the Devil knows (uh-huh)
Got bicep tendonitis from revving the boat (vroom-vroom)
And all this ancient knowledge, reverend, that's from heavens ago (uh)
I'm in the ocean while it snows, it's just the life I chose (uh)
Head first 'cause any other way don't make no sense like a red Smurf (nope)
Or confusing James Earl Jones with Fred Durst (don't do it)
Shit, I'm in that low rider (uh)
Lookin' like a member of Latino Heat (uh), but it's Baklava
Jeez-Louise, eight Aqua 5s (geez)
Full occupied floating (uh) by like a pot of a vodka pie (uh)
Steer the wheel with my knee, while I eat the vodka slice (whoa)
There's seven figures on the marble, that's when I shot the dice
I know you're hoping that it's not my night
Shit, man (whoa)
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
Cocodrillo Turbo (uh)
Baklava (uh) Dr. Baklava
It's me, uh, it's me
What do they call a dentist?
Is it doctor? (Uh, maybe)
Nah, it's me (it's me)
Uh, it's me
Tear the top off the Del Sol (uh), I'm on Melrose (uh)
For whom the bell tolls (uh), baby, I never did them shell toes (nope)
Many different products was melting on the stove
You kiss it up to God, or shoot it in your toe (uh)
My favorite Starter jacket was the Seminoles (sure was)
Shawty pussy wetter than a gremlin's nose (uh-huh)
I've done things only the Devil knows (uh-huh)
Got bicep tendonitis from revving the boat (vroom-vroom)
And all this ancient knowledge, reverend, that's from heavens ago (uh)
I'm in the ocean while it snows, it's just the life I chose (uh)
Head first 'cause any other way don't make no sense like a red Smurf (nope)
Or confusing James Earl Jones with Fred Durst (don't do it)
Shit, I'm in that low rider (uh)
Lookin' like a member of Latino Heat (uh), but it's Baklava
Jeez-Louise, eight Aqua 5s (geez)
Full occupied floating (uh) by like a pot of a vodka pie (uh)
Steer the wheel with my knee, while I eat the vodka slice (whoa)
There's seven figures on the marble, that's when I shot the dice
I know you're hoping that it's not my night
Shit, man (whoa)
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
Credits
Writer(s): Ariyan Arslani, Zach Anderson, Elin Larsson, Dorian Sorriaux, Tom Paladino
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