Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Crime, artist - Lil Dicky. Album song Professional Rapper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Commission, David Burd
Song language: English
White Crime |
Lot of rappers talking that shit, not enough doing that shit |
Y’know I’m sayin'? |
Yeah |
People acting like I ain’t a fucking criminal |
Like I ain’t never doing dirt though |
Probably cause the way I’m doing shit is clinical |
But I’ve been putting in some work, breh |
I see you looking at me cynical, stop looking at me |
I ain’t fucking with your smirk ho |
We’ve been doing shit, despicable |
But we just keep it on a low, for example |
Walk in to the movie with my pants full |
Twix, bag of chips, plus a Snapple |
Stealing all the shampoos, from the hotel’s pretty bathrooms |
Cheating, I’ve been peekin' in the classroom |
Looking like a nice guy, ‘til I take your motherfucking Wi-Fi |
And torrent every single song in my library |
Then I drive by very fucking high by everybody |
While my lady licking my five inch dick |
White crime |
White crime |
Yeah, we ‘bout that |
Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that |
Lot of rap twerps, let it shout crap |
Let it make their mouth flat |
When it come to burd, no, we spout facts |
You 'gon learn what I’m 'bout, breh |
Doing business at the airport |
Ask security, I ain’t fraught |
Lot of shit up in my JanSport |
Six ounce of the face wash (the limit three) |
My duffle bigger than what can board |
My shuffle on during take-off |
Will I help in an emergency? |
Yeah, sure |
Exit row, fingers straight crossed |
Thinking Dave’s soft |
But I know you see me J-walking |
Piss in public, no caution |
Halloween bucket? |
Take one, fuck you thinkin' Dave was |
Give me all your motherfucking chocolate, ho |
At the stop sign, never fully stopping though |
Filling water cups up, with a lot of coke |
Egging homes, motherfucker, a lot of yolk |
Not alone up in this motherfucker, a lot of folks, been doing… |
Even though the speeding limit sixty five |
I’m doing seventy five without a seat belt on |
And I’ve been texting, driving reckless |
I was seventeen when I first tried a Guiness on the tennis team |
We used to haze a lot of freshmen |
Lil Dicky put a hoop up in the street |
Without obtaining permission |
From the city, and every Christmas day |
I’m going to cinemas with single tickets to single flicks |
But go to additional pictures, sorry, but your boy is malicious |
And back when I was eighteen, statutory raping |
This little ho, even though we was dating |
And if I am taking public transportation |
On the quiet train I might have a conversation |
Fuck it I’m the man |
Puitting trash up in some other people’s cans though |
At the work fridge, stealing can coke |
And up at the holiday party, I’m grinding colleagues on the dance floor |
Dick been rubbing against their assholes, say it’s not… |