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dirty dota (work remix) - mendota's whitest lyrics

[verse 1: kenny gehant]
i gotta close the window before i record
cause mendota don’t know how to be quiet
turn up! denkawg… (hoo! hoo! hoo! awww!)
minivan be parked in the driveway (biersy!)
keep them girls locked in like it’s auschwitz
but before we go, get some cookie dough, oven turned to four hundred twenty, bro
make sure you give her nothin’ from this oven though; all she get is froyo and a frappuccino
this ain’t a joke, yo, i’m settin’ trends, bro, writing raps for a 4 point yolo
no camaro, hit a pole, bro, plasti-dip on the rims – got it towed
(dj!) got me mad at jim bruno
he lifts though, only benches though, he only does it once a week, bro
his pects are bigger than pluto
just sittin at work, open a bag of seeds and put em’ in the dirt
flexin’ in the buildin’, mari bought a squirt, talkin’ to these white girls — still won’t flirt
and i’m tryin’ — went to snyder’s grove, finished it off and then she drove
(back roaddddd!) i’m a dj, got a playlist gon’ make you pay
put in burt, wait who the heck’s burt?
hold up, i don’t know a burt
but riggs just texted me tryna sell verve
yeah, uh, i’m not a jerk, but coach won’t play me cuz i dont work
that’s it, i’m done with this verse, parkin the minivan outside this church

[verse 2: jake rod]
blue jeans and a flannel shirt
lookin’ pretty fresh, sisters gon flirt
my cream corn is looking pretty runny
stacking up money
so much incest — ain’t even funny
widow’s peak, and fungus on my feet
dead cats in the pool — thats rotten meat
i’m rappin’, i’m flowin’, my soybeans be growin’
combine the fields just for the thrill
tryin’ to get a good yield in my grill

[verse 3: nick phalen]
rap game bilingual
me llamo ms. roedl
im fatal
dont try me, been strapped since the cradle
my brother lil sosa, he from da dirty dota
sosa underaged, so all he drink is soda
nikoala, big balla, four quarters, iguo-a-dala
your girl, tell me, that i be, the fatha

[hook: kenny gehant]
polo shirt (shirt) , polo shirt (shirt), polo shirt (shirt)
making girls twerk

[verse 4: joey meyer]
number two singles, i’m almost bilingual, i’m getting hungry so hand me a pringle
these girls can’t handle me or my six pack
snapchat me, at kingcack
j’s on my feet, short-sleeved t
i’ll beat you in tennis dont try me
dont step on my court, just ask lp
just pulled up to the courts, bout to end this match
watch out as i serve and smash!

[verse 5: ryan reeder]
wyan weeder, forget the r’s
workin’ at the golf course, cashin’ in pars
ridin’ with reger, he drives cool cars
laying out fools, i’ll make em see stars
taking selfies, call me tanner junior
blue eyes, filtered pics, i’m a suitor
playing ball, hit the fader, carlos boozer
stepback, in your eye, i’m a shooter

[verse 6: krueger keene]
look like the kid from we’re the miller’s
dude i’m a k!ller
hang ’round your girl as i drown these millers
roll up to my crib you gon’ see them pillars
senior girls think they be mobbin, but really they just be sobbin
ratchet girls from dirty dota make my head start th-th-throbin’
i’m always comin’ i ain’t a quitter
unless my boy be in the picture
he can’t be stopped – got the carroll gene
flow so sick it be quarantined

[verse 7: connor dullard]
rap game walt whitman, rap game brad gibson
alright my verse on fire like the top of my head
crew come through like scooby-doo all daphnes call me fred
solvin’ crimes before unmasking fools
claimin they are just as great, same flow rate, but holdin’ no jewels
we cr-ppin on yo game like a windshield at the lake
lose your birthright along with the throne, now it’s ours to take
gator on your shirts and pants that expected floods
i dont know why you’re sporting it when we the real cold bloods
my hands never dirty when it concerns goons like you
man, chump probably knew his choices were always few
do me a favor, save yourself from torment
before my verse becomes purely h-llbent
i can let my boys finish off cause i have to take off
denkawg will steal your girl like a hat from lp
his street cred speak so loud can’t hear feeble pleas
i can go all day about corn, nick, and jm
rhymes so cray say goodbye to your b.ms

[hook: kenny gehant]
polo shirt (shirt), polo shirt (shirt)
polo shirt (shirt), polo shirt (shirt)
polo shirt (shirt)
making girls twerk

[verse 8: james carroll]
it’s the best, of the twins
go to church, confess my sins
quarterback, i throw pigskins
coming at you, all i get is wins
i might be white, but i be ballin
k!llin other teams, like joseph stalin
running things, ussr
bow down now, i’m your czar
your crew’s rhymes, they are subpar
let’s stop this rap ‘fore i take it too far

[ryan reeder]
gratata, swag bruh

- mendotas whitest lyrics

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