[Spoken: Lil Dicky]
Finally in Europe
Bup, ding bup
LD A.K.A Bup Bup
Ding bup
I can do what I want when I rap
Okay, that’s enough
[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]
Oh my god, I’m popping out in Europe
Oh, they slipping, gotta wipe the floor up
I’m the type of dude that never liked decorum
I give no fucks, I’m farting at the urinal
Mama used to call me Davey Wavy
Twenty years later, Davey wavy
I’m Russell Westbrook, the guard changing
Still push the same car, baby
Old whip, stilly on the map, new bitches in the back
They been fucking with the kid for a minute
Oh my my
Got ‘em looking like they ‘bout to go and let a motherfucker in to rip it like a ticket
I be going to bed like this
I don’t even gotta go and pretend I’m this
I don’t even gotta trip
Still in that London apartment like aye
My girl look like she got Parkinson’s, aye
I got her moving and shaking like ay
I’m coming first when I let her like ay
Turning up everywhere, Johnny Manziel
I got somebody else checking my mail
Hoes in formation, I’m feeling like Bey
I just don’t see how someone could debate
They don’t even like to post me on FADER
Fuck it, I’m what they all not
Labels they know it, they call lot
I got OGs in my call log
I can't name names
Just know I been great to the greatest
But, fuck it, it’s your blog
I bet they love this on Worldstar
No bugging me, that’s a girl car
Fifty just hit me like, damn homie
Go by Lil Dicky, I’m saying
Still, shit a landslide
How this shit be holding up with their hands tied
How this shit be blowing up, Nicki pants size
Could this shit break ground, that’s a landslide
Got hits, John Kruk with the hand-eye
You don’t see the light of day, I’m like a tan thigh
And I drop a video, ton of impressions
I look around, I see nothing but impressions
Finally in Europe
Bup, ding bup
LD A.K.A Bup Bup
Ding bup
I can do what I want when I rap
Okay, that’s enough
[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]
Oh my god, I’m popping out in Europe
Oh, they slipping, gotta wipe the floor up
I’m the type of dude that never liked decorum
I give no fucks, I’m farting at the urinal
Mama used to call me Davey Wavy
Twenty years later, Davey wavy
I’m Russell Westbrook, the guard changing
Still push the same car, baby
Old whip, stilly on the map, new bitches in the back
They been fucking with the kid for a minute
Oh my my
Got ‘em looking like they ‘bout to go and let a motherfucker in to rip it like a ticket
I be going to bed like this
I don’t even gotta go and pretend I’m this
I don’t even gotta trip
Still in that London apartment like aye
My girl look like she got Parkinson’s, aye
I got her moving and shaking like ay
I’m coming first when I let her like ay
Turning up everywhere, Johnny Manziel
I got somebody else checking my mail
Hoes in formation, I’m feeling like Bey
I just don’t see how someone could debate
They don’t even like to post me on FADER
Fuck it, I’m what they all not
Labels they know it, they call lot
I got OGs in my call log
I can't name names
Just know I been great to the greatest
But, fuck it, it’s your blog
I bet they love this on Worldstar
No bugging me, that’s a girl car
Fifty just hit me like, damn homie
Go by Lil Dicky, I’m saying
Still, shit a landslide
How this shit be holding up with their hands tied
How this shit be blowing up, Nicki pants size
Could this shit break ground, that’s a landslide
Got hits, John Kruk with the hand-eye
You don’t see the light of day, I’m like a tan thigh
And I drop a video, ton of impressions
I look around, I see nothing but impressions
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