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Oh, You're Tori (Fries in the Dryer) Video (MV)






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Alright, alri-ri-ri-ri-a
Brrrap
Dup dup dup
Ayyye aye
(Warsaw, warsaw, warsaw)

(Free club beats in the house)
Brrrap

Coming from
New England
Coming from
Texas

Coming from North Carolina
Gotta get to China
Feelin' really frisky
Gotta get on this disky little prisky
Frisky, disky miss me
Introducing the people in the house
We got this man in a nice blouse named Reenhoom (Aye aye)
And D.J. Sizzle-Fishman head
He's going to get those words to get into your head
He's going to spoon you in his bed (Right now)
Just like his dad did and I wish that wasn't a lie
No I'm fuggin' serious, I wish that was a lie
Bop bop

Here he goes, 1, 2, 3, 4
Reenhoom's verse comes up next
(Reenhoom's coming up)

Hey it's me, I'm the shoe man
Call me if you wanna shoe hand
Move out, that's my job
Put things in the lob
Throw it in like a log
Thinks things are taller than dogs
Hey look at that dog
It's pretty fuggin' fresh
Hey look at my breath
It's green, like yo breast
Oh! I'm talking 'bout Gumby
That big tall green guy
Talkin 'bout green fries
They ain't fresh
Fresh to death

Dooba daba da
Ship shop
A shoobu shaba sha
Naaah
Brrr ta
Aye aye
Dada

Whip it up like fries
Put it in the fryer
Put in the dryer
Now it's dry like my elbows
Gotta put lotion
I just took a shower
Ch, ch, ch, ch
That's the sound of lotion

Alright
Alright woo
Yaaa
DJ Sizzle-Fishman
Here he goes
One-y, two-y, four-y, five-y

Y'all ain't ready for this
Y'all can't touch my shit
Y'all ain't ready for this
You can't touch my shit
It's in the toilet
It's just chilling there
Oh I thought we were stopping
Welp guess not
So imma keep going
Right now
Laces on my shoes
You know I can't lose
Can you choose
What to do
With the laces on your shoes
Wha
Gai gai

He said what (Brrr ta ta)
He said What (Brrra pa pa)
He said what (Abrrra ba ba)
He said what (Datada)
What what (Daba daba da)

He said brrra ta ta
Brr br
And laga ga ga
Da ba drrr da ga ta
Da taga ga brrrt ta ga ta tow
Brrrrrrrrrwrwrwrwwwoowowwm

Brrra ta ta

Alright so that's my verse, thank you all for coming
(Woo!)
I'm glad you-I'm glad you came, that was a nice day
Alright now let's open it up-Now it's open it up to an open mic
Anyone else who wants to drop a sick, fuggin' fresh line
I would like to
W-Alright tell us-Tell us your name
I'm sorry
W-What's your name
Huuuh
AAAh
Did I get Tori
Ah, ah, aaah
(Coughing fit)
Alright, anybody else? Anybody else? Would anybody else like a verse
(Cough, cough)
No
My name's Tori
Oh, you're Tori
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Alright, alri-ri-ri-ri-a
Brrrap
Dup dup dup
Ayyye aye
(Warsaw, warsaw, warsaw)

(Free club beats in the house)
Brrrap

Coming from
New England
Coming from
Texas

Coming from North Carolina
Gotta get to China
Feelin' really frisky
Gotta get on this disky little prisky
Frisky, disky miss me
Introducing the people in the house
We got this man in a nice blouse named Reenhoom (Aye aye)
And D.J. Sizzle-Fishman head
He's going to get those words to get into your head
He's going to spoon you in his bed (Right now)
Just like his dad did and I wish that wasn't a lie
No I'm fuggin' serious, I wish that was a lie
Bop bop

Here he goes, 1, 2, 3, 4
Reenhoom's verse comes up next
(Reenhoom's coming up)

Hey it's me, I'm the shoe man
Call me if you wanna shoe hand
Move out, that's my job
Put things in the lob
Throw it in like a log
Thinks things are taller than dogs
Hey look at that dog
It's pretty fuggin' fresh
Hey look at my breath
It's green, like yo breast
Oh! I'm talking 'bout Gumby
That big tall green guy
Talkin 'bout green fries
They ain't fresh
Fresh to death

Dooba daba da
Ship shop
A shoobu shaba sha
Naaah
Brrr ta
Aye aye
Dada

Whip it up like fries
Put it in the fryer
Put in the dryer
Now it's dry like my elbows
Gotta put lotion
I just took a shower
Ch, ch, ch, ch
That's the sound of lotion

Alright
Alright woo
Yaaa
DJ Sizzle-Fishman
Here he goes
One-y, two-y, four-y, five-y

Y'all ain't ready for this
Y'all can't touch my shit
Y'all ain't ready for this
You can't touch my shit
It's in the toilet
It's just chilling there
Oh I thought we were stopping
Welp guess not
So imma keep going
Right now
Laces on my shoes
You know I can't lose
Can you choose
What to do
With the laces on your shoes
Wha
Gai gai

He said what (Brrr ta ta)
He said What (Brrra pa pa)
He said what (Abrrra ba ba)
He said what (Datada)
What what (Daba daba da)

He said brrra ta ta
Brr br
And laga ga ga
Da ba drrr da ga ta
Da taga ga brrrt ta ga ta tow
Brrrrrrrrrwrwrwrwwwoowowwm

Brrra ta ta

Alright so that's my verse, thank you all for coming
(Woo!)
I'm glad you-I'm glad you came, that was a nice day
Alright now let's open it up-Now it's open it up to an open mic
Anyone else who wants to drop a sick, fuggin' fresh line
I would like to
W-Alright tell us-Tell us your name
I'm sorry
W-What's your name
Huuuh
AAAh
Did I get Tori
Ah, ah, aaah
(Coughing fit)
Alright, anybody else? Anybody else? Would anybody else like a verse
(Cough, cough)
No
My name's Tori
Oh, you're Tori
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