Work (Paid For That?) lyrics - Lil Dicky

My own boss

Work less

Man, she always taking the most

Conference room every day is the worst

"Can I see your work?"

I was zerked, I was search

Tryna figure out them alibis

"This your work?"

I was drinking with some black guys

Hey I done came up (sho' nuff)

Like, "May I see your work?"

I'm like oh, that's my boss, she a bitch

She know this

She looking at me every day

Like, Dave, where you going?

I'm looking back like, "Hoe

I hate your demanding"

To print some shit, but you don't even know

Now look what happened, now who rapping?

Now at work I ask to look at bitches' titties then this happens

Titties looking back at me like "Dicky, boy, what's cracking?"

I look back at titties like "I need a sec, I'm rapping"

Titties looking back at me like, "take your time, you snapping"

I'm like, "woo, I'm getting paid for that?"

[Hook:]

I'm getting paid for that?

Nah, I'm getting paid for that?

I'm getting paid for that?

Nah, I'm getting paid for that?

(All of these hoes been on me

I'll never go back homie)

Homie last week I was up in Miami

Got paid to chill in the club

Literally, chilling, like not even rapping

I think I did a good job

Sat down on Twitter, my new correspondence

Is going through all of these wonderful compliments

Used to be scrutinized in all these documents

Now when I sign off on something, it's body parts

Titty, booty, macking a cutie

Got a bag in the back of the room of the venue cause she copped that meet and greet

I got them going down in their prime like Aaliyah be

Used to post up, on time, no brakes

Got a purp poster on the vine, no grapes

Used to have to swallow all the pride

Had to piss out the slacks of the sack in the sweats every day

Used to buy brands, now the brands pay Dave

Like, I just got a box of Pumas, cause they think I'm cool

Watch me mention StarKist Tuna, watch my friends get full

I used to sit and wait for Friday

But now my whole week like a Friday

[Hook:]

I'm getting paid for that?

Nah, I'm getting paid for that?

I'm getting paid for that?

Nah, I'm getting paid for that?

(All of these hoes been on me

I'll never go back homie)

Last year I'm stuck up doing shit up in a cubicle

They tell me what to do, I'm thinking "fuck that shit"

But y'all, I couldn't tell them what the fuck I'm thinking

Now they're paying just to listen to this shit, I got up on my leg

Got three or four bitches who 'bout to get the fourth down

That's a first, I remember when what lunch I picked was all I get

My bitch make that coffee, now only boss me around when we fuck

Was missing college but now they bringing me back, it's still fun

God damn Dicky, you too old to be fucking all these kids

Yeah, I know, but if you can rap, it's a lot less creepy though

I'm smoking weed in public, but it never seem to matter

Dump a bottle of water on your clothes and you ecstatic

I don't ever have to set alarms, I wake up supernatural

I can grab a bitch's hand and she will scream "you so attractive"

How did this happen?

[Hook:]

I'm getting paid for that?

Nah, I'm getting paid for that?

I'm getting paid for that?

Nah, I'm getting paid for that?

(All of these hoes been on me

I'll never go back homie)

I used to be up in Excel every day with a bitch (very proficient)

Now I just suck on my dick, suck on my own dick, man

I suck on my own dick, every rapper do it

Just a thing, an inside thing I learned

It's absurd, it's like, I'm in the industry now, so, I'm seeing shit

Every rapper suck they own dick, it's not just me

Swear to God on the Bible

Truman lyrics - Lil Dicky

Hey, man... man

Hey... hey

I guess y'all on board

Young Man couldn't leave that shore

Had the life they made for him 'til he seeked out more

Boat rock, couldn't see that storm

Held it up, dawg

He know he close

It's too late to jump ship (Hey)

Aw, damn! Aw, damn!

You that motherfucker shit

I know

This here became a trip, Cabo

Up in the womb, but you can feel it when I kick it, I know

And you too (U2) must be rockin' with Lil Dicky, Bono

It's like I hit the lotto

I had to hit the wall though

I couldn't see it for a minute

Shit was hidden, Waldo

They treat it like I'm goin' crazy

I'm just prayin', I don't

It's just I know

It's just I know

I saw the world like, "Hold up"

Damn near fakin' on the side

Let me take you on a ride

Let me tell you bout the one who couldn't take the 9 to 5

Use to take the 95 down to Richmond

Bumpin' Jigga up in the ride

Use to think along and drive

'Bout my drive

Used to wonder why

Used to wonder when the world'l see like I'm seein' mine

Use to whine

Use to wanna shine

Used to wanna dine

Used to talk to bitches in my mind when they were walkin' by

"Girl, what's happenin'? Girl what's happenin'?"

I ain't really 'bout to get involved that's what's happenin'

Errything I knew was unevolved like a Baptist

Layin' on my matress

Prayin' I could have this, and

Now when I get Tinder matches

They think they've been Catfished

Now I been controlling how we livin' like a facist

Now I got this weight up off my shoulders like a strapless

Remember this shit was hapless

Remember the day it happened

Aw, you the shit Dave, you be killin' everything you did

Got the whole world talkin' all about what you did

Got your old girl talkin' all about what you is

Got your old world lookin' like it's his you ain't here

I been fuckin' for the fuck of it

And one of the bitches I been fuckin' with

Been wondering how I can work this much and stomach it

She wonders what I want from it

I said, "We don't gotta get into it"

She like "Nah, just do it"

She a psychology student

She always followin' up

Find the guy to be amusing as fuck

Usually I'll answer her truthfully

But truthfully, I'm unusually used to being unusually good at internalizing when music is not provided

But I humor hoe

Ask her if she ever saw the Truman Show

She like yeah

I like well, when I saw that shit I was convinced I was livin' like Jim

A similar situation where I was the basis of everyone's entertainment

Like really up in the basement talkin to y'all

In the mirror because I thought Lil David was some American hero

I know it's selfish and all

But I just felt it's my call

I was a ten year old then

By 2010 I was wrong

I'm like

"Aw, damn! Aw, damn!

You the motherfucker though"

I know

That shit became a trip, Cabo

Up in the womb, but you can feel it when I kick it, I know

And you too (U2) must be rockin' with Lil Dicky, Bono

It's like I hit the lotto

I had to hit the wall though

I couldn't see it for a minute

Shit was hidden, Waldo

They treat it like I'm goin' crazy

I'm just playin', I don't

It's just I know

It's just I know

Twenty three bars up in my apartment

I am debarred

Gotta do this shit

I gotta recharge

But I gotta be smart

Movin' up that ladder company

Star, fuck it, that ain't nothin'

I am *the* star

Spittin' like a retard

Work was like a prison

I'm just seein' bars

My boss was all up in my camp

And I'm just seein' Lars

I been a heavyweight, Muhammad Ali

And if he can mold that out of "Clay"

Then I can turn the Lil D

So now I'm snappin' like I'm Truman

But off and on

There's always somethin' in the way

I should be often gone

Girl I'm sorry if this draggin'

I just need you to imagine

Bein' stuck up on the land without a captain

When everyday is average

And everyday you feelin' like a captive

And feel like somethin' seriously lackin'

And then you fear what could happen if you just leave it on the table like napkins

But, yo, you really fearin' hitting them rappin's and leaving everything behind

Cause you don't know what that horizon brings

But girl you gotta know what kind of fish you is

Survival instinct kicked in

Sink or swim

I flipped a playlist

Quit my day gig

Now, I'm on a boat, Lonely Island

Irony, and you still been tryin' to figure how I work this tirelessly

But girl

This is everything I've thought

This for everything I've fought

This for who I am to me becomes to y'all

(Go)

They tellin' me "nah"

But I just be tellin' them "yeah" (Go)

I just be tellin' them "yeah" (Go)

I just be tellin' them "yeah"

Tell 'em I'm gone (Yeah)

I just pretend I ain't scared (Go)

Don't even know I was there (Go)

Don't even know if I care

Cause girl this is Truman approachin' the wall

Until I'm me I am nothin' at all

Until I'm free I will not see beyone

I had to be who I was all along

Ay [crash]

I think I mighta broke it down

Hoppin' on the fuckin' steps like ain't no around

Open up that door, you bet, ship ain't goin' down

Guess the only thing left is to take a bow

Aw, damn! Aw, damn!

You that motherfucker shit

I know

This ship became a trip, Cabo

Up in the womb, but you can feel it when I kick it, I know

And you too (U2) must be rockin' with Lil Dicky, Bono

It's like I hit the lotto

I had to hit the wall though

I couldn't see it for a minute

Shit was hidden, Waldo

They treat it like I'm goin' crazy

I'm just prayin', I don't

It's just I know

It's just I know

(Just I know) Fuck! (Just I know (echo))

That felt good

Well, that's all I got

The show is over, as they say

Honestly, I just think that part in the Truman Show where his boat hits the wall is really the exact

Moment that I'm at in my own life right now

Uh... metaphorically, of course

And I'm ready for - I think I'm read for it

Like I've been thinkin' about it, I think I'm ready

I mean, if I'm being completely transparent with y'all

Uh, like my lifestyle hasn't really changed that much

Uh, you know, considering, uh, where I think I'm at musically

Like I'm still at the point right now where pretty much any bitch that tweets at me anything remotely flirtatious

I have seen not just one of your pictures, I have seen the entire catalog

That's the type of shit that's goin' down over here right now, so...

I am definitely ready for that, uh, next step, y'know what I'm sayin'?

I think it's close, too

I think it's close

Like, uh, Diddy tweeted about me

Uh, y'know, that... I don't know if he handles his own Twitter

I would assume he probably doesn't, actually

But, like, I'm so confident that I feel as though, like, me and Diddy will have a moment just about this outro

Like when we're both sittin' next to each other smokin' cigars

And bein' like, "Ay, remember when you said that shit on that outro?"

Like, and I'm like, "Yeah. That's, this is the exact moment I - I did that for, y'know what I'm sayin'?"

Bring the - bring the beat back up. I don't know why

Like, keep, loop everything. I wanna be talkin' for minutes, yeah, uh, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Like, uh, shout out my Macbook Pro

Had that shit since '09

I made my first song ever on it

Like, when I called myself Lil Dicky

I made my, like, fuckin' album song on that shit

And we survived, baby

Uh, shoutout Allen Iverson, Larry David, Will Smith, and Kobe Bryant

For makin' me the man that I am today

Both on and off the court

Shout out my mother

What a great woman

She's so mad I recorded these conversations

She - she honestly went crazy

It took so much convincing to allow this

But, she's awesome

She's adapting to the rap game, as we all are

Look, I just want to get this to a place where I can sell TMZ pictures of my actual asshole

Heh, y'know?

Cause, well, I, I think that'd be such a feat

If I could actually create, like, an alt alias

And sell TMZ pictures of my own asshole

Like, profit off of that

That, I would totally do it

I don't know why Seth Rogen's not already doing it

I don't, I'm seein' the signs that it's not, I'm

I think I'm seein' the signs

I hope I am

If I'm really just misreading all these signs

Then, I am 100% gonna have, like, a legitimate nervous breakdown

Uh, at some point very soon

So, we'll find out about that

But I see some signs

Like, like I really am not fuckin' that much

But, like, the other day I did fuck a bitch to music

Like, I fucked a bitch to some Miguel

And that's kind of new for me if I'm bein' real

Like, I had never actually done it before

But I was feelin' like I was some king shit

Y'know what I'm sayin'?

So, I was like, "Man, Imma fuck this bitch to some Miguel right now"

Uh, actually to be completely real to you, I, I will never fuck a girl to music again

I found the whole thing to feel, like, completely cliche

Like, I don't need my emotions dictated to me by, like, music

It makes me feel like I'm in a TV scene

Takes all the, like, realness out of the moment for me

Like, actually, was actually super weirded out by it

So, but still, like, I am about to let my hair down

And, I don't know, I just feel like it's all comin'

I feel like, like, I'm literally, like, about to find out about everything

And it's exciting

And, I, y'know, I, I had pinkeye last week

And I remember thinkin' that, as I, like, was like, real down

Cause I was, like, trying to keep recording and shit

But I was thinking, "What would Michael Jordan do?"

And he would play through the pinkeye

So that's why I'm in here

I'm still not fully recovered, y'know what I'm sayin'?

I, I'm definitely clearin' up

Like, it's totally on the upswing

But, I just want you know I did record this shit through pinkeye

Alright, I could talk for fuckin' years

Legitimate years

This is an outro to an out

You see how long I talk with outros to songs

But, goddamn

Look, I need to get out of here

I'm 'bout to go take a Khalifa

Rest up

That's right, I did invent that phrase just there

"Take a Khalifa"

Y'know what I'm sayin'?

I also invented "That's what she said"

But I get no credit for it

Uh, oh, shoutout to Dickheads, obviously

Fundin' this whole operation

Whatchu know about a Kickstarter, man?

Whatchu know about the best fans in the world?

Seriously

Thank you guys, I appreciate it

Honestly, you made my dreams come true, and that's fact

Couldn't have done this without y'all

Uh, I'd like to shoutout my dick

I know, y'know, we haven't had the smoothest relationship

But, I feel as though by kind of putting our issues out there

Like, we have become something bigger than we could have become otherwise

And, hopefully soon you will be rewarded for your patience

And I will be rewarded for my patience

I, and, I respect you

I'd like to shoutout my brain

My brain got the hardest verse on the whole goddamn album

I hope my brain starts gettin' some feature looks

But he don't just hop on shit

Fuck, I, I got nothin' left

I'm out

I'm a professional rapper

Long live LD

And in case I don't see ya

"Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight."

mixtape: Hump Days (2014)

• Lion King
• Scary Story
• New Rap
• Workaholics
• Beef
• Hit Me Up
• The '90s
• The Basement
• Back In Business
• A$AP DICKY
• DEEZUS
• Flames
• Darwin
• Make Belief
• Russell Westbrook On a Farm
• We Made It Freestyle
• Spontaneity
• The Gumption
• Really Scared
• Free Bread At The Outback
• I'm Right 

Lion King lyrics - Lil Dicky

Now look at all these muthafuckas out on Pride Rock

Lotta livestock

Think it's cause Sarabi ride cock, or she did once

Cause they celebrating Simba

Lil cub, errbody gotta kneel cause

Deal was, lions was some muthafuckin real thugs

And the fear of, being turned into a meal was

Such a fright yo, but on the real they hella nice tho

This specific pack of lions acting like some white folks

But Africa is full a brothas, one is Uncle Scar

And that muthafucka wasn't nuffin funny son he hard

And he mad too

Cause he just wanna be the man too

First it was his brother, now another king is brand new

Baboon drawin on a tree ya dig

There's something freaky bout rafiki, bet his weed legit

That muthafuckin monkey doesn't need comedians

The reason is, he laughin at the breeze and shit, it's weird

Alrite now back to the plot

Mufasa was a wonderful father, he loved him a lot

And Simba wanted to impress him every second he got

The youngn was taught... but then one afternoon he forgot

Thas when he holla'd at nala, to follow da balla

To crawl up in da squalor

Where all uh da lawless acknowledge his father

But they never gave a fuck bout a little bitty pup

Aw shucks... they gonn eat this mafucka up

Until his dad came through, and smacked dem bitches in the head

Coulda had em dead, but he let em runaway instead

Now he really mad at dude

He cute when he sad tho

And the simple truth, Simba doin what his dad do

Shit... now das some real talk homie.

But he can't own them fields with dem lil paws homie

And real dogs only bark at bitches when they gotta do

Taught him to, think when he at the line like an audible

And now the part I abhor

Lil Simba chillin with a chameleon, perfecting his roar

Could a been a gecko but dat shit echoed, effectin the gorge

Was accidental, but you know what's in store, the stampede scene

Shit... and he was all up on a stick, gotta hold a grip

Simba you done got up in some shit

But his dad came through, and he saved him man

But as he climbed with them wounds, Mu raised his hand

But dude his brother on some muthafuckin scar face

Scar face, lit up like a muthafuckin star'n space

Hard place, and a rock, mufasa caught up in between that

Das his brother but that brotha was a mean cat

And when he threw him off the ledge

Simba couldn't believe dat that muthafucka dead

Tears being shed

Scar got up in his head

More dread for da boy, so he ran away and fled

Timon and pumba time

The young cub grown up, what a beautiful lion

They grub bugs, cub's nuts hittin puberty while

The voice of change up - ferris buller style, ya know

And they was tryna eat a beatle

A lion came through, tryna dine, hella regal

Then pumba got stuck, bout to get his ass cut

But then Simba stepped up, and defended like a thug do

Rollin round he realized who it was too

Hollad back at nala like whassup boo

Hugged smooth

Confused

Nala lookin pretty, titties done grew

Butt cute

He bout to fuck soooooon

Then he nuzzled from the back

And he cuddled from the front

He was really mackin jawn

She all up on his junk

You could see me jackin off to scene, believe dat

The young me, fuckin around with cats, I need that

To recap, lotta feedback, Simba react

The fam need dat... but ya man can't be back

He just wanna do his thing ya dig

But he the king

Even tho he wadnt feelin it

Until he met up with the monkey

What a funky fuckin junkie

But he spunky, told the muthafuckin lion bout his country

And he ran back

Pride rock got it's man back

But damn... the whole land hella ransacked

And then he saw scar with his mom

Sarabi lookin hella worn, hidden Simba looked on

As scar did her like a dog, hit her hard with his palm

Forreal dog?

Alrite you fuckin with the God now

Long growl

Pimpin' handle bidness like a boss now

Tossed down

Talkin shit to Simba bout to cost clown

Scar tell the young'n that he killed his pops tho

Foreal mafucka? He revealed his hops bro

And clocked on that muthafuckin sucka with a cross

Rocked uncle with couple then sunk him with a toss

He on't play that shit... brothas and lacrosse

Real talk... the dogs done finished him off

And pride rock was back where it started at

The meals back, fields packed with the hardest cats

Foreal jack... the animals is feelin dat

The real is back... and I just spit the realest rap, ya know

And Simba musta hit it hella freaky

Gotta keep it PG

But you see Rafiki with da pee =wee baby

Dat right there mean he merckin' it right

The dude piped... but that's just the circle of... life.

Scary Story lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]

Looking at a bitch, it's a beautiful view

Snookie kinda tits, with a booty for two

But she really fit, word to Scooby and Doo

So I pursue it like I do in the booth

That mean I really wanna hit, holla at her like ayo what it do

I ain't your daddy, I ain't mad at you moves

The way you dancing got me staring cause you badder

Than a bear at the zoo

Who doesn't care particularly for the food

And get embarrassed when there is a lot of people staring into his lair

And he very hairy and the air isn't good

She said okay I'm understanding the comparison

So chill with the narrative, cause you scaring me away from you dude

Then I said, I said okay, that was my bad

Know my pick up line's sad

Wanted to impress you, why the fuck you think I buy plaid

We should go to my pad

Let you hold the iPad climax

You looking better than an imax

Decide fast, cause I'm bout to get up in the the ride and take a ride fast

She replied yes, now we driving

And now she kissing on ya dude

But the minute she unzippin's when I think I gotta poop

[Hook: Lil Dicky]

Now your man is rolling all around the motherfucking city

While he holding on a bitty

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]

While he holding in a shit

He can't control it, so he focused, but she groping on his dick

He wanna bone her, but he told her that he feeling sorta iffy

But she really wanna get it bro

Feeling on a testicle

But Lil Dicky reeling what he feeling is intestinal

Goddamn it what the fuck should I do

Cause shawty really wanna get in the mood

But Dicky been had to poop

And now she kinda confused

Been persistent but the kid been tryna resist her moves,

Doing 60 in a 20, I got reason to move

Cause I been squeezing on my buttcheeks like a prisoner do

And now I'm getting close to panicking

Stomach is unraveling

Every fucking bump has got me clutching on my abdomen

I swear this isn't happening

I'm staring at the back of the Cadillac in the passing lane

Swearing up at the traffic mayne...

Man this is harder than all madden

I'm airing out the car because I'm farting like a savage

She started fucking grabbing, on ma part to make some magic

But I'm hardly harder than some corduroys up on a rabbit

So I tell her that the plans change

Don't mean to act strange

But I gotta go, I left ma phone up in the last place

She gave me the sad face

Started typing numbers at a fast pace

Glowing black case on the dash, great

So I told her thanks babe,

But I forgot I gotta water fucking plants up at my aunts house that way

But shawty still up on your man

She caressing and undressing me and then I shit ma pants

[Hook: Lil Dicky]

Now ya man is rolling all around the motherfucking city

Trying hold in that he shitted, cause he rolling with a bitty

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]

But he tripping, and he twitching cause he hoping she don't sniff it

But he only got a minute till she notice that he did it

So he pull over the car and

Do it like he Tarzan

Rip all of his clothing then go into the forest

Minute later shawty came in the nude

And then I laid her on a sycamore root

Nobody knew that I pooped

Nobody know that I pooped

Fucking right, nobody knew that I pooped

Until I got back in the wip up with that chick

And she could sniff all the poop and

So then I told her that it must have been goose,

She said I think you mean geese

I said that's what I mean

Seen a dozen of them motherfuckers in the ravine

Then she said what's a ravine

I said the thing in between us and all the greenery

I mean it's a stream, don't know why I said ravine

Then she said oh I see, and then

[Outro]

New Rap lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]

Sup y'all

It's your boy, L-D

A.K.A. Slim Boner

This does not have shit to do with Sports Center,

But I want to dedicate this to all the Sports Center anchors out there making our nights easier

[Verse 1:]

Ay, what's really really good with it

Dicky rollin swishers, switch da role up, now the jew killin shit

Excuse me, ma attitude be, a little crude

For da few people, tryna boo, and screw and shoo me

Ma crew be sayin that I'm focused for real

And soon dude'll play dem women like he coachin brazil, I'm ill

Score with bitches bro... yain't get that punchline?

Love dimes, drum line, cherry coke and lunch time

Damn, how you spittin so ridiculous with it,

Da kid been killin

All his writtens meticulously,

Cause dicky getting sick

Of these bitches spittin chicken shit, literally

Listen to little b, piss on the industry, shit isn't pretty

But LD, whaddup, ya boy been spittin hot

Weird, but it's cool like boy when he kiss his pop

I'm here, makin noise, better get a mop

Cause I'm bout to shit all up on hip-hop

[Hook:]

So if you want it with me

You know I'm clubbin with a chubby

Prolly tuckin ma D

Cause I been really good livin

Philly D ma hood chillin

If you really good feelin

Holla back at dude killin em

L-I-L dicky flowin it up

Westside, getting high, yea we blowin it uppp now

So if you really getting sick. of this new crap...

Then listen up, cause Dicky been spittin new rap

[Verse 2:]

Das dat good shit

Read about that shit

I'm tweeting bout that shit

I'm making a believer outcho bitch

I'm freakin out dis bitch,

I'm skeeting where you eatin' outcho bitch

I cheef a mound piff, and now I'm really freakin out this bitch bro.

I'm the biggest pussy rappin all day

I'm a represent it lovin me some rent on broadway

Call it gay, but fuck it, it's really lovely

To come up in really comfy pajamas

With a mama and knowledge of commas and college

But all these other rappers think thuggin is cool

These mafuckas so redundant with the drugs in the jewels

But I ain't buggin... ma stomach getting sun by the pool

I'm with a mexicano jawn straight getting azul

Foreal tho

Real flowin, jabronis is still frontin with it

Real open spittin, ma dick is a mere couple inches

Meals made of truffle,

Ma kitchen is real troublesome

I'm real good at hugging, and snugglin,

Somewhat at fuckin and

[Hook]

Workaholics lyrics - Lil Dicky

I heard this shit on workaholics

And this for errbody bout to finish college

It's only right that I drop a little knowledge

Cause life ain't like it outta be

I thought it'd be, a lotta women callin me

And sodomy, and drinkin like it's all for free

Illogically, I never thoughta poverty

Or how this muthafucka's muthafuckin job would be

But ever since I go the cap and gown

Errybody cracking down, nappin now

Erry fuckin snack got me packin pounds

Wearin fuckin slacks, got me scratching da back uh ma sack

And rap is not exactly a faculty rapidly rackin me

Anything but apathy for those who be naggin and draggin me

Into the wackest meetings, holding me back from eating

The saddest fucking lunch I pack and bag in the evening

Ma bank is depleted, I even have to think before tweeting

Man it's really fuckin sad when thinking bout

The evolution from the past to drinking now

We used to go and split a handle, drink it down

Then hit the town, and hit the hottest chicks around

But now? I can barely slug a half a dozen tops

Used to chug a lot, now I'm fuckin buzzin off a shot whoa

Clubbin wasn't nuffin to me boy

Used to walk up in that muthafucka stuntin like whassup, I wadn't coy

Ain't nobody gave a fuck if I'm employed

Errybody drunk and fuckin lovin it, rubbin, and huggin

Mugging, chugging and fuckin but now these bitches

Is up on some other shit, wanting a husband

Clubbin got me buggin and blushing cause I'm a young'n das confronted

With a hundred abundantly rugged, and coveted, funded muthafuckas, it's humbling

Think about the age range

They get to date way older and emotionally open homies goin gray

Now I'm up on first dates

Sober like it's first grade

Hoping when it's over that I close it with some first base shit

Ma face getting fuckin fat

It's April, hateful fillin fuckin taxes out

Long ass days, getting blazed, and tappin out

Back is naggin now, mac is laggin now

Because I bought it back in college

So if you comin lemme run a little knowledge

If you was wondering if fun isn't acknowledged

Well Wednesdays, I be watching workaholics

Hit Me Up lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1:]

D up on the track

They shook,

Race good

Cheetah on a track

Great hooks,

Facebook

We up on the map

Now the cake good from rappin

Cray up on a mac

We been getting pussy like all damn night bruh

Philly D lil dicky be up on that L dystra

Think I need a diaper... shittin when I cypher

Stay with eminems... like ya man's kai pfaifer

Whoa

Dicky ballin foreal

All these models all up on him got em callin him seal

Every song is getting bomber like a mall in isreal

And I been buzzin like I'm chugging alcohol with no meal

I got that shit, everybody know that dicky been kickin

Da sickest shit and killin criminal's spittin so

If you get wanna get me then

You know where I be at

If you didn't know about the kid then lemme recap

Baby I been all around the fuckin world

Huggin da girls

These muthafuckin bitches lovin the curls

The kid been takin his vacation days and

Makin bacon, basically takin the game and changing

It to make it relatable

Trader joes up in the fridge boi

Unprotected sex without no kids boi

Makin sure ma lady take dat pill boi

Gotta keep it real

Honesty about to get ya boi a deal, boi

Comedy in songs, fuck da kill joys

But like

[Hook:]

Man, I wish I could sing good

If I was a chick, right now this a single

But until this shit get around, then it's all ya dude

Up in his room, getting down, but it's all for you

So like

Shoot

If you know somebody that produce

Or a hottie that'll sing about her boobs

Hit me up on gmail tho yo

Cause I been tryna take dis shit to retail bro

And I don't know have any contacts

[Verse 2:]

Alrite I'm back up in this bitch

Spittin crack, up on the track

Up on the mac, up in this bitch

I been anxious to see what's actually happenin with this

Cause the rappin that's crackin em up is actually legit

You know

I'm bout to get it, better bring in the medic, I'm reppin

Literally, every regular person, get up on ma credit level

Better than your better will ever be, spittin incredibly

Ready, I'm a get on that melody with dat real shit

I'm the only rapper not exactly sure what trill is

But I'm still attacking every track and I been killin

Shit, but dude I'm scared of the hood

It's really spooky, dat ain't racist, think you misunderstood

Lil dicky bullshitting, and good livin with good writtens

So good riddance, to every rapper acting so cool with it

I school bitches, but still I'm acting a fool with it

So fuck all the tools with they stupid ass music but...

[Hook]

[Outro]

Beef lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1:]

Cause if you really talkin' shit bruh

I suggest you take a sec and recognize ma shit raw

I been texting pictures atcho sister, be ma in law

You know I been spittin' vicious, whatchu fittin' to get at ma dude

I been killin' bitches, Michael Vick in the booth

The US see me, I be kiffin to you

I gotcho bitch up on ma stick she ride it sick

Like it was quidditch but nude

And I'm the honorary Gryffindor Jew

And I don't care about ya bitch, or ya ya, ya riches or ya wips bro

Even tho you fictional, I'm guessing that you get dough

No you don't exist, but I see through you like a window

Dicky run this shit and you'sa cripple

Fuck it though, you dumber than Waka Flocka

Be sonnin you like a father

D bomber than Osama plot

And smart as Obama

Gotcho lil mama in the sauna all up

In the male locker room

She really good with the D

That's my Serge Ibaka boo, ooh

Das dat dude, spittin hot as Rihanna

You softer than llamas

Do prima donnas faster than ramadan

I'll be honest, getting commas in ma wallet

Is nada, ebonically smarter, the kike

Been flowin nice as the Dalai Lama

Whaddup bruh

I'm goin stupid cause I'm better

This the hottest shit like I was pooping in a sweater

Ain't nobody do you anymore, you a letter

You get it write? That was clever

Ho'

But look

[Hook:]

If you think you on ma level jabroni

Than let me educate you, bet you need a fellowship homie

Lil dicky rippin dat ribbon cause what he spittin' is winning

So if you finna be some chicken for dinner

Then hollaback up at the kid boy

I'm spittin' good up in this bitch ho

So if you wanna get at me, you better get a Mento, ahhh

That's word to ads from the past

Ya ass up in a jam if you come at the man

Then yon't stand a chance

[Verse 2:]

Das retard flow

I been talkin game on campuses I'm Lee Corso

Battle me, he'll be like, "Dude I ran." see Argo

Package all up in this dude caboose... free cargo

Fuck it. I'm really talkin that shit

I'm coming at a muthafucka that don't even exist

But if we under the assumption that he

Someone dat spit it redundant to someone incumbent

Then he dumber than bricks ya dig?

Listen to these bitches making hits and

You'll see the horrendousness dat be existing

Every minute some kid is diminishing a single

Written like a semi-retarded kid in kindergarten

Except he harder than me, so poor Lil Dicky is stuck

Watching stupid muthafuckers

Make music and caking foolish

While jewish muthafuckas rate movies

Okay cupid to do a lil fuckin

But if it's bout the rap, they on't want it

That's why I tell em look

[Hook]

[Outro]

The '90s lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1:]

Man I wish I was a kid

Thinking bout the third grade

Back in '96 in my Michael Jordan jersey

French fries curly, cool with it, raising Tamagachis

Dick 3 and a half, the same as a floppy

Nerf guns loaded and we shootin at y'all motherfuckers

We ain't getting hoes, but we getting soda

And we was fucking with the swag of The Fresh Prince

Ain't nothing like when you had mad tokens left

In that arcade balling

Watching tickets falling

Pegging stupid bitches in the motherfucking ball pit

Landline calling

Chilling at the mall

And if this the type of shit that you recall well then

[Hook:]

Let me hear you shout

If you grew up in the 90's

Then you know what I'm about

Don't you wish we could rewind it

I wish we could, man I really miss it

Cause we having fun all day

Slept all night

Best ten years of our whole damn lives

Blowing on a cartridge, a lot of fucking farting

I would give it all up, if I could restart it

[Verse 2:]

Sitting on the school bus

Flipping through some Goosebumps

A minute 'til I'm shitting out the school lunch

Wanna know what cool was?

Starter jackets, Jock jams, and Pop Rocks

Sega in my room, baby boom shaka laka

Lot of slammers in my pocket, flippin them pogs

And I knew every modem noise in ma aol login

On that Oregon Trail

With Keenan & Kell

I was jerkin off daily, TRL

But that Saved by the Bell

Was on some fuckin hot shit

OJ to jail, oh wait that glove did not fit

Short shorts Stockton

Beanie Baby profits

And NBA on NBC if you remember watching

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Remember getting greeted with Scholastic mags

I hated it reading but it made me need that shit so bad

And we was spinning that bottle, de-prude hoes

Winning full throttle, Nintendo

Switch the flow up, getting donuts

Fruit roll ups, wishing we could be a grown up

Being so dumb, fucking with the kid, call me Lil Dicky Griffey

And my koosh balls big, man I think I had 50

Love those mentos ads

There were ten boy bands

I had ten ring pops on my hands

Plus I love that Nick at Nite nighttime

Kicks had lights

Shine brighter than some tights when they was tag team fighting

Shout out to Topanga

Fuck you know about Jenga?

Best head ever from a Pez dispenser

[Hook]

[Outro]